Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call

Intro: bartender and

Yo last call, last call, last for alcohol!
At two, through!

ay bartendah! bartender!
{bart} yo whassup
ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke
{bart} yo man you think you had a little bit too much to drink?
ay just let me get one more man
{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's your
{j-ro} man I'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own drink

Hey niggy, what it is...

one: tash

It's to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, from the crew won't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the forty
rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old school but I rocked a disco
Loops the group that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the
And make you dance these bitches but, no electric slidin
And I'm about to flip, but I'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my group like a hang with nuts

Verse two:

I one two's when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news been giving fools blues
Manhandling that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my
On the inches of steel
You ask me what the k's for, they don't nothin
["k's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin" -- d, p.s.k.]

Chorus: tash,

Last call y'all {call
Call {call y'all}
call, for alcohol}
Last y'all {call y'all}
Call {call y'all}
call, for alcohol}

[j-ro] yeah...
[tash] alkaholik style

three: e-swift

Uh, I be one of dem niggaz to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool
than my man morris day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin at the center
So pass the mic on the, low
Now go grab a from the liquor sto'
And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't
Unless you're in the studio wack shit

[j-ro] yeah... that nigga squid is in the

Verse j-ro

I got a forty-four mag with the (with a clip)
So watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in tight do
And splits a needle wrap a man because them shits is on the fritz
It's crazy, a few mc's me
With this alkie of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me
pays me, but I do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to you got plenty j
I'm so cool I drink forty of freon
You never see me on the stage a peon
When we on the microphone like jordan all alone
We slam, competition, scram
Can we get nope.
Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't
Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm to the jaw
Of half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

Verse tash

Soul in my strut, in my hustle
It's a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, raps that me crack up
You better call the one-time and em send a backup
I'm about to act up, I couldn't kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so mean I got it worse
uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and the west coast

[j-ro] uhh... damn it feels my bones is rattling
Uhh shit! I'm outta here...

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of to kiss my ass