Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call

Intro: bartender and

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

ay bartendah! bartender!
{bart} yo whassup
{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an
yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink?
{j-ro} ay let me get one more man
{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, your life
{j-ro} man I'll hop this motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, what it is...

Verse tash

time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another cut, from the crew that won't ease up
The click, aka the forty downers
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter
I never and drive 'cause I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so took me to the clink
Niggaz in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old school but I never a disco
Loops from the group that, likes to the bitches
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the
And make you dance with bitches but, no electric slidin
And I'm about to flip, but I'm bout to sip
Off the forty of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab 'cause all I do is bang
That's why I hang around my group like a dick hang with

Verse j-ro

I one two's when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools
Manhandling chumps that step up, just to my rep up
I push my through your grill
I became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
On the nine of steel
You ask me what the k's for, they don't nothin
["k's for the way my kuttin" -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]

Chorus: tash,

call y'all {call y'all}
Call y'all y'all}
{last call, for
call y'all {call y'all}
Call {call y'all}
{last call, for

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

Verse e-swift

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

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

Verse j-ro

I got a mag with the clip (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 pair man them shits is on the fritz
crazy, a few mc's amaze me
With this style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me
Rhymin pays me, but I do it
say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of
You never see me on the stage a peon
we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone
We slam, competition, damn
Can we get nope.
to the throat to mc's who ain't dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, to get raw

Verse tash

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

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

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to my ass