Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your spouse or other
You were in love with the person, now you hate the
Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the out!
You weren't lookin' for love you met 'em at the club
Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some
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 sexy
Never had the thought that they would make your miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the mating
Soon you will encounter the habitual
The sex was so good it set body afire
But why are you still with nut?
Every time they come around you get this feelin in gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays
When you stop to think about how good they
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of that'll help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the
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MURS]
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, four
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 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 your crib you was down for his
He was in between girls, or in between
But it's no excuse for him to be a slob
Your girl stays mad she's cleanin' up behind him
You can't get your calls when he's on the other an'
You can't get laid cause he has the timin'
Knockin' at your at odd hours 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 not right
He has nowhere to go, but you're losin' self-control
Wanna kill him in his sleep, God bless his
Maybe it's not that bad but it could get
So a little tip from your homeboy MURS
Before you him "Bounce," do a countdown first
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Now let's talk about old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and leave the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
He had some albums that I way back in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the memories to fade
When I heard the comeback I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation
But with age came degeneration of the
So I pushed it to the of my mind, and hoped in time
fine memories would once again shine
But he just stop, even though his album flop
Everytime I turn around his new about to drop
me wanna take all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a of his former 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 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 out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...