Luyện nghe bài hát Last Call

Intro: and j-ro

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

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

Hey niggy, what it is...

Verse tash

time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, from the that 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 the breathalizer so they 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 that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha liks is hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the
And you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And I'm about to flip, but I'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab 'cause all I do is cuts
That's why I hang around my group like a hang with nuts

Verse j-ro

I push one two's when step on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news I've been fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up, to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my
On the inches 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 call y'all y'all}
Call y'all y'all}
{last call, for
Last y'all {call y'all}
Call y'all y'all}
call, for alcohol}

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

Verse three:

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

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

Verse four:

I got a mag with the clip (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 needle wrap a pair man because them is on the fritz
It's crazy, a few mc's me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. 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 I drink forty ounces of freon
You see me on the stage with a peon
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 j-ro the clepto, 'cause I'm to the jaw
Of these rappers, trying to get raw

Verse five:

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

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

Ohh yeah, the sons of jones to kiss my ass