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 other
You were in love with the person, now you the motherfucker
Get the out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for love when you met 'em at the
Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some
You three days then decided to call
Went for and a movie, then a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a sexy
Never had the thought that would make your life miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the mating
Soon you will encounter the habitual
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you still this nut?
Every they come around you get this feelin in your gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but mouth stays shut
When you stop to think about how good fuck
An' when the sex old you'll wind up stuck
So here's some words of wisdom help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. before you 'em to the door
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[Chorus:
One, two, three,
I had it up to and I'm not takin' no more
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
come on! One, two, three, four
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on couch
For weeks on end and he's (words em out?)
Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the out!
Now he walks around your house in but his drawers
Throws the once a week and expects to get applause
Let him stay at your you was down for his cause
He was in girls, or in between jobs
But it's still no excuse for him to be a
girl stays mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him
You can't get calls when he's on the other line an'
You can't get laid cause he has the worst
at your door at odd hours of the night
If he does that shit again, you swear to God gonna fight
But you kick him out cause it's just not right
He has else to go, but you're losin' self-control
Wanna kill him in his sleep, God his soul
Maybe it's not that bad but it get worse
So a little tip from your homeboy MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
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Now let's talk these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and won't the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
He had some albums that I loved way in the day
But as he out new shit, the memories begin to fade
I heard about the comeback I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation
But with age degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and in time
Those memories would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even his album flop
I turn around his new one's about to drop
Make me wanna take all his old off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former
So when he on tour, in my town for a show
I played a true fan and was in the row
As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and "No"
We had to say we love the new shit, he did the old
I to count the countdown, but then I lost control
It went 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...