Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call

Intro: and j-ro

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 don't you think you had a 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 damn

Hey niggy, time it is...

Verse tash

It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few up
Another rough cut, from the that won't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the forty
Flips rhymes like calvin 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 sink cause they can't the cisco
I'm from the old school but I rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, to smack the bitches
Tha liks is hittin 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 of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my like a dick hang with nuts

two: j-ro

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

tash, group

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

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

three: e-swift

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

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

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 pair man because them shits is on the
It's crazy, a few amaze me
With alkie 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 forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a
When we on the microphone it's jordan all alone
We slam, competition, damn
Can we get nope.
to the throat to mc's who ain't dope
Call me the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, to get raw

Verse five:

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

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

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of to kiss my ass