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

Hey niggy, time 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 downers
rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive 'cause I spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't the cisco
I'm from the old school but I never rocked a
Loops from the group that, likes to smack the
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin
Front, to the back, to the side, to the
And make you dance with these bitches but, no slidin
And I'm to flip, but first I'm bout to sip
Off the forty of brew that I was savin for the trip
to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my like a dick hang with nuts

two: j-ro

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

Chorus: tash,

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

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

three: e-swift

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

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

Verse four:

I got a forty-four mag with the (with a clip)
So mc's watch your lip, I'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in tight do
And splits a wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
crazy, a few mc's amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock 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 with a
When we on the microphone it's jordan all alone
We slam, competition, damn
Can we get nope.
Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't
me j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm stealing 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 something for punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, raps that me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a
'cause I'm about to act up, I couldn't a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so mean I got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the coast

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

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of to kiss my ass