Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

Alright I'm
No, you're not
I'm ready, you're not

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your spouse or significant
You were in with the person, now you hate the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for love you met 'em at the club
exchanged numbers and went out for some grub
You waited three days decided to call
for dinner and a movie, then a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a individual
Never had the thought that they would make your life
A more dates, consumate the mating ritual
Soon you will encounter the liar
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you still this nut?
time they come around you get this feelin in your gut
Wanna 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut
you stop to think about how good they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of wisdom help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. you kick 'em to the door
It

[Chorus:
One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not no more
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody on! One, two, three, four
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy been sleepin' on your couch
For weeks on end and (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! him to get the fuck out!
Now he walks around your house in but his drawers
Throws the trash once a week and expects to get
Let him stay at crib you was down for his cause
He was in between girls, or in between
But still no excuse for him to be a slob
Your girl stays mad cause cleanin' up behind him
You get your calls when he's on the other line an'
You can't get laid cause he has the timin'
Knockin' at your door at odd of the night
If he does that shit again, you to God you're gonna fight
But you can't kick him out cause it's just not
He has nowhere else to go, but losin' self-control
Wanna him in his sleep, God bless his soul
Maybe not that bad but it could get worse
So a little tip from your homeboy MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
It

Now let's about these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are and won't leave the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
He had some albums that I loved way in the day
But as he out new shit, the memories begin to fade
When I heard the comeback I said "No way!"
I was on the real, the anticipation built
But age came degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the of my mind, and hoped in time
Those fine memories would once shine
But he just won't stop, even his album flop
Everytime I turn around his new one's about to
Make me wanna take all his old records off the
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his self
So when he stopped on tour, in my for a show
I played a true fan and was in the row
As he started doin' classics, he stopped and said "No"
We had to say we the new shit, before he did the old
I tried to the countdown, but then I lost control
It one, two, three, four
I had it up to here, and I'm not no more
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...