Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

Alright I'm
No, not ready
I'm ready, you're not

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for spouse or significant other
You were in love with the person, now you the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the out!
You weren't lookin' for love you met 'em at the club
Y'all exchanged numbers and out for some grub
You waited three then decided to call
Went for dinner and a movie, a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a sexy
Never had the thought that they would your life miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the mating
you will encounter the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your afire
But why are you still with this
Every time they come around you get this feelin in gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your stays shut
When you stop to about how good they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some of wisdom that'll help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the
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[Chorus:
One, two, three,
I had it up to and I'm not takin' no more
So get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
Everybody come on! One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not no more
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on couch
For weeks on end and he's (words em out?)
Get the out! Tell him to get the fuck out!
Now he walks around house in nothin' but his drawers
Throws the once a week and expects to get applause
Let him stay at your crib you was for his cause
He was in between girls, or in jobs
But it's still no excuse for him to be a
Your girl stays mad cause she's up behind him
You can't get your calls when on the other line an'
You can't get laid cause he has the worst
Knockin' at door at odd hours of the night
If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna
But you can't kick him out it's just not right
He has else to go, but you're losin' self-control
Wanna kill him in his sleep, God his soul
Maybe not that bad but it could get worse
So here's a little tip from your homeboy
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown
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Now let's about these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were but now are whack and won't leave the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
He had some albums that I way back in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the begin to fade
When I heard about the I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the built
But with age came degeneration of the
So I it to the back of my mind, and hoped in time
Those fine memories would once again
But he just won't stop, even his album flop
Everytime I around his new one's about to drop
Make me wanna all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now a shadow of his former self
So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a
I a true fan and was in the front row
As he doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No"
We had to say we love the new shit, he did the old
I tried to count the countdown, but then I control
It one, two, three, four
I had it up to here, and I'm not no more
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...