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 with the person, now you hate the motherfucker
Get the out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for when you met 'em at the club
Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some
You waited three then decided to call
for dinner and a movie, then a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a sexy
had the thought that they would make your life miserable
A more dates, consumate the mating ritual
Soon you encounter the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you with this 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 they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of wisdom that'll help you with the
Count up their I.Q. 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 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 your
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 once a week and expects to get applause
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 calls when he's on the other line an'
You can't get laid cause he has the worst
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 just not right
He has nowhere else to go, but losin' self-control
Wanna him in his sleep, God bless his soul
it's not that bad but it could get worse
So here's a little tip from your homeboy
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
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Now let's talk about old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and won't 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 out new shit, the memories begin to fade
When I heard about the 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 fine memories once again shine
But he just won't stop, even though his album
Everytime I around his new one's about to drop
Make me take all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former
So he stopped on tour, in my town for a show
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 love the new shit, he did the old
I to count 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!
come on!
One, two, three...