Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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Hangin out in bars can no joke
you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
Even forties being shared throughout the
Jukebox is throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry tune
I sit back, like I got it made in the
Holding my as I talk 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 reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the
I play macho, and say leave it for the
Beep beep beep beep beep my beeper
I start to the phone booth
Revealing all symptoms of ninety proof
The phone booth is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero
She sit back, with her cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walking her knotty 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 let alone 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 damn 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? "

Stay out of (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 turn a
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so what you "
"let's swing em to the nearest to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe
Now we searchin for a lounge
To settle down, in the heart of midtown
to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and seen all of shit
Men who looked but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten style
who wore jeans that were tight
With faces transvestites
in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
As if they were fugitive
They smiled at me and the god, all thirty-two
That's when I caught the
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 flowin crazy blood
A little midtown massacre type
And as we off from the scene
the message I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)