Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, check shit out

out in bars can become no joke
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and
Or and rossi, asti spumante
Even forties shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is 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 to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright here I
May I help you? " yeah, shot of rum
"on the sir? " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice of burning alcohol
I in my pockets to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change falling on the floor
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 nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, with her cocked in the air
her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair
Her eyes are shut tight, she and groan
I hit the glass, "get the off the phone!"
She up and said, "you just had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was having so fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you it's cute
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
Or me and my just because we sell"
I said, "pussy? what 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 pussy but can I use it when I it? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in square, loungin hard
Me and the rakeem, you know the god
females posin for a flick
Thinking of who would be the first to a trick
"yo you see that? " "yeah" "so what you think? "
"let's swing em to the nearest to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
Rakeem flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a zebra
To settle down, right in the heart of
Went to this place, the sting pit
Got and seen all types of shit
Men who looked soft but acting
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who wore jeans that tight
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies looks
As if they fugitive crooks
smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
That's when I the clue
As this red-bone, who thought she fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one little word fucked up the night
Her was deeper, than barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I pull out a and I empty the clip
The was flowin with crazy blood
A little massacre type flood
And as we off from the scene
Here's the I got from rakeem
out of bars (4x)