Luyện nghe bài hát Scalp

I sat and put a fifty on the bar
A whisky and a beer, forget where we are
And keep 'em coming I drink that whole grant up
Filling up that cup till I stand up
around, see what the room's got
Well Sunny by the jukebox
my drinks, headed over to say peace
But had to think, do I owe him any late
up nah, I'm all paid up huh
Yeah I made it square last time I came up
What up Sunny? {What How's business?
{How you doing I ain't seen you in a couple of minutes}
Man I been working and jerking
get the rent right and be perfect, how bout you?
{Oh you know how the old game go
Hustle the wind, rain, snow or tornado}
bro, spent time catching up
The bar kept the drinks fresh enough
Good conversation, no
I drank up my whole fifty bucks and some
It was getting close to call
So I grabbed my and stood up like that's all
But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, your day
I need a favor, let me some money your way}
I sat down in the booth
I said, I know your Sunny, what I gotta do?
He {I'll give you three-five piece of the pie
If you pick up a for me on the eastside tomorrow}
Three and a half for an hour and a
Saint Paul and back's ten dollars gas
Yeah I can handle, give me all the
one thing though, I won't bring a pistol
{Hahahah} He laughed and {It ain't like that
simple, grab the package and come right back
It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh snitch
{They some nice cats} Nice cats? as an icepack}
Well jack {Discretion is a must
Keep a hush, other than that I give a fuck}
Cool, I got this, it's done dinner
And then I out into the winter

I got behind the of my vehicle
Streetlights on my face, you can see it glow
The reflection got clearer
I starting to the image in the mirror
I said, you should go back in and
Sunny will understand, everything will be
Sean down, get a grip, you're tripping
I a deep breath and put the key in the ignition
being a bitch now, man up
Rolling twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs
out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks
broad of my pickup truck