Luyện nghe bài hát Check Out Time

Ay time is it nigga?
("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12
Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up here
("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time
Hey up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge at, nigga?") 
Call Suge, all the niggas tell 'em to meet me downstairs ("Where K and them niggas at man?")
Tell the valet, the Benz around ("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin or y'all flyin' back,
("Man, I'm rollin' man, that shit.")
Hey nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom fool
("Fuck that, I lost money, nigga.") Aw nigga

Now I'm up in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Just sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on papers while I'm into sexy capers
Give a holla to them hoochies last night, that to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us, room all up in Vegas
I'm a playa, death before I let these bitches break us
Last was like a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty with my man and me
Told her I was interested, picture all the we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky
First you argued, I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited, it matter, just don't bite it
I never got to out the scence
Too busy tryin' to dig a in your jeans
Now it seems, it's check out

We go  (gotta go, gotta go)
We go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time)
We gotta go (let's go nigga, go)
We gotta go (Y'all know time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man)
We go (call that valet motherfucker, tell him to get a nigga shoe)
We go ('cause we out this, motherfucker)

They me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
My came true with Janet on, I'm in a escapade
But did it all, end too
All the homies runnin' through the halls room to
So I assume, since I'm a playa my nigga Syke
Then only right for me to disappear into the night
My trump tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak in room, instant Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
I ain't got that much
So up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind
Since I'm here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
like Micheal Jackson, and beat It
One thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the
'Cause bustin' is a hobby, nigga
check out time

We go (ayo man Pac ay)
We gotta go (where the the fuck is Daz at man?)
We go (This nigga locked up or somethin'?)
We go (The only one not to leave) (yo man)
We go (it's check out time it's time to get out this mother)
We go (You seem them bitches?)
We gotta go (We out man, fuck shit)
We go (Yo Rece!)
We go (Yo nigga, whassup, whassup?)

Hey I'm livin' the life of a playa
The front callin' but I'm checkin' out later
My behaviour is from what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you to fade me
I'm puttin' in work, but hurt from the jacuzzi to the bed
your thoughts, 'cause I'm livin' Fed
Heard what I said? is crashin' the room
From the liquor we consumed I heard a
I'm blackin' out, yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the on the highway, my way
I'm lost in a and so it seemed, to be the night
bottles of Cristal and I'm still tight
Out of sight Pac and Kurupt
As I get it up, the doors close, you stuck
In a heaty, sticky
Get up baby, you on vacation
check out time

We go 
We gotta go (Ay, it's out time)
We gotta go (Ay Pac, nigga my motherfuckin')
We go (where my shoes go, nigga?)
We gotta go (where my motherfuckin' and shit at man?)
We gotta go (Man, y'all niggas was in here partyin' too much)
We go (What the fuck y'all doin', nigga? Kurupt!)
We gotta go (go tell Daz, man, and and the rest of them niggas, c'mon man)
is trippin' man
Front desk all callin' me, tellin' me to get the hell here, man
We gotta go (I ain't got no more money, loan me a hundred)
We gotta
We go 
We go 
We gotta
We gotta
We gotta
We go

We go, ooh
We go
We, hey
We
We go, ho
We go uh
Hmm yeah, hey hey