Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

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

Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on couch
For on end and he's (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! him to get the fuck out!
Now he walks your house in nothin' but his drawers
Throws the trash once a and expects to get applause
Let him stay at your crib you was down for his
He was in girls, or in between jobs
But it's no excuse for him to be a slob
Your girl stays mad cause cleanin' up behind him
You can't get your calls when he's on the line an'
You can't get laid he has the worst timin'
Knockin' at your door at odd of the night
If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're fight
But you can't kick him out cause it's not right
He has else to go, but you're losin' self-control
kill him in his sleep, God bless his soul
Maybe it's not that bad but it get worse
So here's a little tip from your homeboy
Before you him "Bounce," do a countdown first
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Now let's talk these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are and won't leave the spotlight
Get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
He had some albums I loved way back in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the memories to fade
When I about the comeback I said "No way!"
I was on the real, the anticipation built
But with age came of the skill
So I pushed it to the of my mind, and hoped in time
fine memories would once again shine
But he just won't stop, though his album flop
Everytime I turn his new one's about to drop
Make me wanna all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his self
So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a
I a true fan and was in the front row
As he doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No"
We had to say we the new shit, before he did the old
I tried to count the countdown, but I lost control
It went one, two, three,
I had it up to here, and I'm not no more
So get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...