Luyện nghe bài hát Who You Gonna Call

Any Sunday, baby
Oww, yo, yo, yo
Oh,
Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh

Oh, you to be the man now
you got cars, you got houses
You got yachts, you got diamonds, you got it all
Oh, you livin' right, heh
Well, let me ask one
When you go broke, you go broke
I bet those friends, yo, don't mess with you no more
we go, uh

I was there when no one knew name
I was when you blew up, got large and had all the fame
Now how you do, uh
I was there everything had changed
You think you the shit, big star on top of game

Now who you gonna call nothing's right?
Will you when your ass go broke?
Will you call you ain't got no friends hanging with you
And you ain't hot no more?

Now who you gonna when nothing's right?
Will you when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging you
And you ain't that hot no

Uh, I was there when you was hooked on
I gave you dough, mo
You don't know to your need
it gon' be
(Uh)
I was there, I was the air you
you became a big star, no need for me

Now who you gonna call nothing's right?
Will you call your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging you
And you ain't hot no more?

Now who you call when nothing's right?
you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging you
And you ain't hot no more?

Uh, do you call you fall, boy?
Call you ain't got boy?
They don't roll with you
don't think you hot, boy
What to you, boy?
You are just a no-boy, now you no joy
we go

What happened to your Benz
What to your rocks?
Six that you pop in your bitches man
Now name is like shit stink
You let the fame

You done blew out brains, man
What happened to your rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga a lane
Beep, beep to feet man
You's a man with no friends and no game, man
he is, uh

When right
Will you call when ass go broke?
Will you when you ain't got no friends hanging with you
And you ain't hot no more?

Now who you gonna call when nothing's
Will you when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging you
And you ain't hot no more?

Call, yo, who you call, uh?
Yo, who you call when your ass go broke?
Them same friends who don't wit' you no more
Who you call, yo, who you gon'? Who you gonna call?
Who, who you gonna Who, who you gonna call?
Heh, heh, where all your friends now? Where your homies
you was on top of your game
Everybody wanted to around, huh

Heh, heh, but now that your ass gone
Your same friends don't want to wit' you no more
Who you call, huh?
You better reality, baby
Never let the fame blow brain, heh
Yo, yo, yo,

let the fame blow your brain
Yo, yo, yo
Never let the fame blow brain
Here we go, uh ,and my sing, heh
Yo, uh, let the orchestra and the
And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit,