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... 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
{bart} yo man I'm out for you man, it's your life
{j-ro} man I'll hop this motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, time it is...

one: tash

It's time to roll my sleeves, a few mc's up
Another cut, from the crew that won't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the downers
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and pounders
I never drink and 'cause I might spill my drink
I the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm the old school but I never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, 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 dance with these bitches but, no slidin
And I'm about to flip, but first I'm to sip
Off the ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang my group like a dick hang with nuts

Verse j-ro

I push one two's when niggaz on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools
Manhandling that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your
I never became a gangsta, ta, my skill
On the nine of steel
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 y'all {call
y'all {call y'all}
{last call, for
call y'all {call y'all}
Call y'all 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 like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool
Cooler than my man day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, 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 in the studio making wack shit

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

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 jeans do
And splits a needle a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
It's crazy, a few mc's me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't me
Rhymin me, but I do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to you got plenty j
I'm so cool I drink forty of freon
You never see me on the stage a peon
When we on the microphone it's like jordan all
We slam, competition, scram
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 half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

Verse tash

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

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

Ohh yeah, tell the of jones to kiss my ass