Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your spouse or other
You were in love with the person, now you the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't for love when you met 'em at the club
exchanged numbers and went out for some grub
You three days then decided to call
Went for dinner and a movie, then a through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a sexy
Never had the thought that they would make your miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the mating
Soon you will encounter the liar
The sex was so good it set body afire
But why are you still with this
Every time come around you get this feelin in your gut
tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut
When you stop to think how good they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So some words of wisdom that'll help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. you kick 'em to the door
It

MURS]
One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody on! One, two, three, four
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no
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 (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the out!
Now he walks your house in nothin' but his drawers
Throws the trash once a 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 stays mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him
You can't get your calls he's on the other line an'
You can't get cause he has the worst timin'
Knockin' at your door at odd of the night
If he does shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight
But you kick him out cause it's just not right
He has nowhere else to go, but losin' self-control
Wanna him in his sleep, God bless his soul
Maybe not that bad but it could get worse
So here's a little tip from homeboy MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
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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 out! You gots to get the fuck out!
He had some albums I loved way back in the day
But as he out new shit, the memories begin to fade
When I about the comeback I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation
But with age degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the of my mind, and hoped in time
Those fine memories once again shine
But he just won't stop, even though his album
Everytime I turn around his new about to drop
Make me wanna take all his old off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his self
So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a
I a true fan and was in the front row
As he started 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 I lost control
It one, two, three, four
I had it up to here, and I'm not takin' no
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...