Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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out in bars can become no joke
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright
With the melody, of a soft barry white
I sit back, I got it made in the shade
Holding my as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright here I
May I help you? " yeah, shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice inside of burning
I in my pockets to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the
I play macho, and say it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I start stumbling to the phone
Revealing all symptoms of drinking proof
The phone booth is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed porn
She sit back, with her legs in the air
While her fingers do the walking through her pubic hair
Her are shut 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 I was having so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think cute
To be perverted let alone a prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
Or me and my homegirls just we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's what you 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 pussy but can I use it when I want it? "

Stay out of (2x)

I was in times square, loungin
Me and the rakeem, you know the god
Watchin females for a flick
Thinking of who would be the to turn a trick
"yo genius you see " "yeah" "so what you think? "
"let's swing em to the 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 settle down, right in the of midtown
Went to this place, the sting pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who soft but acting wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore jeans that were
With faces transvestites
in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
As if were fugitive crooks
They smiled at me and the god, showin all
That's I caught the clue
As red-bone, who thought she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one little word up the whole night
Her was deeper, than barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I out a nine and I empty the clip
The place was with crazy blood
A little midtown massacre flood
And as we stepped off from the
Here's the message I got rakeem
out of bars (4x)