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 whassup
{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... an coke
{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 lookin out for you man, it's life
{j-ro} man I'll hop over this and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, time it is...

Verse tash

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
Flips rhymes like flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and 'cause I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink they can't fade the cisco
I'm the old school but I never rocked a disco
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 to flip, but first I'm bout to sip
Off the forty of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab 'cause all I do is cuts
why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts

Verse j-ro

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

Chorus: tash,

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

[j-ro] yeah...
[tash] alkaholik 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 me cool breeze
than my man morris day in the winter
The dope inventor, rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the, low
Now go a forty from the liquor sto'
And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't
Unless you're in the studio making shit

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

four: j-ro

I got a mag with the clip (with a clip)
So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm from the hip ahh
I rip oprah, in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the
It's crazy, a few amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. couldn't phase me
Rhymin me, but I do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to you got plenty j
I'm so I drink forty ounces of freon
You see me on the stage with a peon
we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone
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 half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

five: tash

Soul in my strut, muscle in my
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 kick a
say he got it bad, so that mean I got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west

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

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to my ass