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... an coke
{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 motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, what it is...

Verse one:

It's time to my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, the crew that won't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the downers
rhymes like 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
earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old but I never rocked a disco
from the group that, likes 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 with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And I'm to flip, but first I'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my group like a hang with nuts

Verse j-ro

I push one two's when niggaz on my shoes
Oh you haven't the news I've been giving fools blues
chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
I my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta, 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 dee-jay's kuttin" -- d, p.s.k.]

tash, group

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

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

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 call me cool
than 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 forty from the liquor
And you stop {don't stop} 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, cause I'm shootin the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a man because them shits is on the fritz
crazy, a few mc's amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't 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 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.
Switchblade to the to mc's who ain't dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, I'm stealing to the jaw
Of half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

Verse five:

Soul in my strut, in my hustle
It's just a something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, that make me crack up
You better call the 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 I got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, a toast
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, tell the of jones to kiss my ass