Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

Hangin out in bars can become no
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, asti
Even forties shared throughout the posse
is slamming throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry white
I sit back, I got it made in the shade
Holding my dick as I talk to the
me miss, "alright here I come
May I help " yeah, double shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice inside of alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my start falling on the floor
I macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep my beeper
I stumbling to the phone booth
all symptoms of drinking ninety proof
The booth door is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero
She sit back, her legs cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty hair
Her eyes are tight, she moans and groan
I hit the glass, "get the off the phone!"
She jumped up and said, "you had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was having so fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think it's
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
Or me and my homegirls because we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's you call it? "
She screamed out, "you're God right you alcoholic!"
She said, "this is a phone and you do not run it"
I said, "so is your but can I use it when I want it? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in times square, loungin
Me and the prince rakeem, you the god
Watchin females posin for a
Thinking of who would be the first to a trick
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so you think? "
"let's em to the nearest spot to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
started flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a lounge
To down, right in the heart of midtown
Went to place, called the sting pit
Got and seen all types of shit
Men who looked soft but wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore jeans were tight
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean
As if they were crooks
smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
That's when I the clue
As this red-bone, who she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one little word up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, than barry
I up, and boy did I flip
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was with crazy blood
A midtown massacre type flood
And as we stepped off the scene
Here's the message I got rakeem
Stay out of (4x)