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

Hey niggy, time it is...

Verse one:

It's to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, from the that won't ease up
The click, aka the forty downers
Flips rhymes calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I drink and drive 'cause I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the
Niggaz in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old school but I rocked a disco
from the group that, likes to smack 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 bitches but, no electric
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 'cause all I do is bang
That's why I hang my group like a dick hang with nuts

two: j-ro

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

tash, group

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

yeah... word
[tash] alkaholik nigga

Verse three:

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 than my man day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the
So the mic on the, down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor
And you don't {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}
Unless you're in the making wack shit

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

Verse j-ro

I got a forty-four mag the clip (with a clip)
So watch your lip, cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip oprah, in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because shits is on the fritz
crazy, a few mc's amaze me
With this style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me
Rhymin me, but I do it anyway
say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of
You see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it's like all alone
We slam, competition, damn
Can we get nope.
Switchblade to the throat to 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 something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, raps that make me up
You better the one-time and tell em send a backup
'cause I'm to act up, I couldn't kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean I got it
Check uno dos, a forty, make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and the west coast

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

Ohh yeah, tell the of jones to kiss my ass