Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

out in bars can become no joke
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
Even forties being throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright
With the melody, of a soft barry white
I sit back, like I got it made in the
Holding my dick as I talk to the
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 inside of alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my start falling on the floor
I play macho, and say it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep my beeper
I start stumbling to the booth
Revealing all of drinking ninety proof
The booth door is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed porn
She sit back, her legs cocked 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 up and said, "you just had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think cute
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 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 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
Watchin females posin for a
of who would be the first 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 at one she said, "hi" in a low pitch
Rakeem started flowing and the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a zebra
To settle down, right in the heart of
to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked soft but wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who jeans that were tight
With faces transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies looks
As if they were fugitive
They at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
when I caught the clue
As this red-bone, who she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
one little word fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, 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 midtown massacre type flood
And as we stepped off the scene
Here's the message I got rakeem
Stay out of (4x)