Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this for your spouse or significant 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 individual
had the thought that they would make your life miserable
A couple dates, consumate the mating ritual
Soon you encounter the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you still with this
time they come around you get this feelin in your gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth shut
When you stop to think how good they fuck
An' when the sex gets old wind up stuck
So here's some words of that'll 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 here and I'm not takin' no
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody come on! One, two, three,
I had it up to and I'm not takin' no more
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy who's been on your couch
For weeks on end and he's (words em out?)
Get the fuck out! him to get the fuck out!
Now he around your house in nothin' 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 between girls, or in jobs
But it's still no 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 get laid cause he has the worst timin'
Knockin' at your at odd hours of the night
If he does shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight
But you can't him out cause it's just not right
He has nowhere to go, but you're losin' self-control
Wanna him in his sleep, God bless his soul
Maybe it's not that bad but it get worse
So here's a tip from your homeboy MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
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Now let's talk about these old 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 albums that I loved way back in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the memories to fade
When I heard about the comeback I "No way!"
I was on the real, the anticipation built
But with age degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and hoped in
Those fine would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even though his album
Everytime I turn around his new about to drop
Make me wanna all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a of his former self
So when he on tour, in my town for a show
I a true fan and was in the front 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 one, two, three, four
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...