Luyện nghe bài hát Bob George

Let me see ya

New coat,
nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah,
You that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking
slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to me for yesterday's fool
Cause I'll slap your ass into the of next week
I'm baby, that's the rules

I pay the rent in this raggedy
And all you do is up food and heat
Say Oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand T.V. dinners
You sure eat of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond
Yeah, right.
Since when did you a job?
You seeing that rich again
his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a
What's he do for a
rock stars?


Ain't that a
That skinny motherfucker the high voice?
Please, who do I look baby?
fool?
Don't you know I will you now?
fuckin' right.
I gun
You I don't?
Then what's
Oh, you now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be but it's loud

Yeah, right.
Uh uh!

Now put suitcase down
And go in
And put on that wig I you
No, no
No, no
The one
Bob, that a bitch?
Oh

Got ya

Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you
You you was funky
C'mon,

that a bitch?
Bob

(Come out your hands up)
I'll kick ass (This is your last warning)
Think I (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
(Let's get the out of here)

Is Mr. George
Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched
This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call,
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to to rpm, says}
What's wrong you? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why we just dance?
Why we just dance?
No, fuck that, that
I don't talk about you, I don't about you
Wit' yo' little head ass
Who the do you think this is?
I'll kick ass, twice

Bob, if out there
Let me see you
You you were funky, c'mon

B-O-B, the shit backwards, what'd it say
motherfuckin' shit

it out

Bob, ain't a bitch?