Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

He told me number three was
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be
Checkin' in motels other weekend
Say brah, I can't picture one eatin'

Boy, you ain't fo' sho' she creepin'
While she been me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, me my asthma pump, put lil' one out

Sometimes I be when seein' chicks dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling and
Hair everywhere, scratchin' and
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, shit exciting

I be like, let's get like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold
E.I, C.I, turn a out
Then give it to another and leave it up in her mouth

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the on out the do'

There's a story about a named Sally
A hot girl lived in that alley
She stayed sharp, stayed balance
And a fat pussy down in the Cadi'

Back of the or back of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it really matter
My brother, K.C. plays them
That'll off, hit a stepper, whatever

Michael Kipper, Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a in Miami, a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The of the Week'
She did me, Slim, Joe and

I care, bitch, just ride
Shake yo' pussy and yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to
girl lookin' at me like she surprise?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Let me you about another one of my lovers
I caught the chick pokin' holes in rubbers
'bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl, you me, Mike Tyson and O.J

These hoes be pullin' raw tactics
Baby, makin' and
Mami suck like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, don't her

Thinkin' I'ma claim that baby
Girl you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and
His eyes green and his hair
Thought you had me, huh? Got me, me

She movin' like a nigga hittin'
But I bet I'd hit that old
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, girl, don't knock her

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?
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