Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But it's too late, it's too
He

You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20
Treat me like the and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Brother Numpsay! Groupies too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all the movies
Says she want diamonds, I her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still it my way

Too late, we gone, we strivin'
Gone, we on chrome
too late

Y'all don't want no prob me
you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you be my intern, and in turn
I'll you how I cook up summer, in the winter
Aaron love the raw dog, will he learn
somethin' on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he already got chil'run
over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, be stupid to ditch you
Even superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with on
TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he rap now he at the top with doobie long
the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone

We strivin home,
I ride on
We strivin' home,
Killa, I ride on

Knock knock, there
Killa Cam, who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, true
Oh my blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the
No concealin', no I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff puff
Pull the up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Cam, cerebellum
An old man just tell 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all gonna react I'm (Gone)
My girl want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the hey
back, read what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you to see my demise
Yeah you church boy like a thief in disguise
Ain't my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a to the Chi, shit
And that ain't leavin' alive, believe me
Gave a piece of the pie, and
You can ask or Regina
The Westside I explore with the Beemer now

We strivin' home, I on chrome
homeboy move on
That's your best bet, that

I pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child
And since we used to bubble a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only that I should help her from now on
But since they got a on, what coulda' gone wrong
Now they Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed
And I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my
And gone to the where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' to the crib
And rented "Gone the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some petty
I guess I gone to the one too many times, cause I'm gone

I'm
Ahead of my time, sometimes out
So the that be won't let me get my ideas out
And make me want to get my advance out
And move to and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of it all behind
Kanye step away from the limelight, like, I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model was bendin' over or
Dealerships me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on
We get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to an 18 year old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta gyro
My dog worked at Taco Bell, us up plural-fied
A week later the count the churros
I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin'
They claim you never know you got 'til it's gone
I I got it, I don't know what y'all on
open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the is free
But if they ever sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin' the
They got a new bitch now you Aniston
Hold on I'll it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause need more
Inspiration for life, they souls, and they songs
They sorry Mr. West is gone