Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

You her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout J
See me at the airport, at 20 Louis
Treat me like the Prince and my sweet brother Numpsay
Numpsay! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all the movies
she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I have it my way

Too late, we gone, we home
Gone, we on chrome
too late

Y'all don't no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job me
Maybe you be my intern, and in turn
I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the
Aaron love the raw dog, when will he
Caught somethin' on the Usher he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he got three chil'run
Arguin' over like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is official
Are-are-are-Roc with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, a movie on
he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any song that they me on, gone

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

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

We strivin' home, I ride on
Listen move on
That's your bet, why's that

I been pourin' out some for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub of Calgon
it's only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, coulda' gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how has this gone on
And maybe all this money gone to my head
Cause they got me money mighta' gone to the feds
So I goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone my bread
And with bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the
And "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone with my friend, and we had to the bar
And a nigga talkin 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 petty crimes
I I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone

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