Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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 on out the do'?

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

He told me number was cheap
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every weekend
Say brah, I can't lil' one eatin'

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

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' dykin'
on each other, mud wrestling and fightin'
Hair everywhere, and bittin'
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit

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

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'

a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl lived in that alley
She stayed sharp, rockin' balance
And a fat laid down in the Cadi'

of the seat or back of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it really don't
My brother, K.C. them tellers
That'll off, hit a stepper, whatever

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

I don't care, bitch, ride
Shake yo' pussy and shake yo'
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to
Baby girl lookin' at me she surprise?

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 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 fucked me, Mike and O.J

hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby, makin' and
suck dick like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, stop her

Thinkin' that I'ma claim that
you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and crazy
His eyes and his hair wavy
Thought you had me, Got me, playin' me

She movin' like a nigga switches
But I bet I'd hit old shitty
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, baby girl, don't her

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

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
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
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