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 man?
ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke
{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, your life
{j-ro} man I'll hop over motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, what it is...

one: tash

It's time to my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, the crew that won't ease up
The click, aka the forty downers
rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
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 smack the
Tha liks is hittin hookers a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the
And make you dance with bitches but, no electric slidin
And I'm to flip, but first I'm bout to sip
Off the ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip
to the lab 'cause all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my group like a hang with nuts

two: j-ro

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

Chorus: tash,

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

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

Verse e-swift

Uh, I be one of dem known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze
Cooler my man morris day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, shows at the center
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}
you're in the studio making wack shit

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

Verse j-ro

I got a forty-four mag the clip (with a clip)
So mc's watch your lip, cause I'm from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in jeans do
And splits a needle a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
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, 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 jordan all alone
We slam, competition, damn
Can we get nope.
Switchblade to the 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:

Soul in my strut, muscle in my
It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they
Def jam comedy, raps make 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 the west coast

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

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to my ass