Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call

Intro: bartender and

Yo call, last call, last call 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 you had a little bit too much to drink?
{j-ro} ay just let me get one man
{bart} yo man I'm lookin out for you man, it's life
{j-ro} man hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, time it is...

one: tash

It's time to my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, from the crew that ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the forty
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter
I never drink and drive 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 never rocked a
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 these but, no electric slidin
And I'm about to flip, but I'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the
Back to the lab all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my like a dick hang with nuts

Verse two:

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

tash, group

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 nigga

Verse e-swift

Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all y'all can me cool breeze
Cooler than my man morris day in the
The dope rhyme inventor, shows 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 quit {don't quit}
you're in the studio making wack shit

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

Verse j-ro

I got a forty-four mag the clip (with a clip)
So mc's watch 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 shits is on the fritz
It's crazy, a few amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. 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 with a peon
When we on the microphone it's like jordan all
We slam, competition, scram
Can we get nope.
to the throat to mc's who ain't dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, I'm stealing to the jaw
Of these rappers, trying to get raw

Verse tash

Soul in my strut, in my hustle
It's just a something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, raps that me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em a backup
'cause I'm about to act up, I kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it
Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a
Let me rip the and impress the west coast

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

Ohh yeah, the sons of jones to kiss my ass