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 and rossi, asti spumante
Even forties being throughout the posse
Jukebox is throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry tune
I sit back, like I got it in the shade
Holding my dick as I to the barmaid
me miss, "alright here I come
May I help " yeah, double shot of rum
"on the sir? " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the need ice inside of burning alcohol
I in my pockets to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change start on the floor
I play macho, and say leave it for the
Beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I start stumbling to the booth
Revealing all of drinking ninety proof
The phone 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 shut tight, she moans and
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 so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you it's 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? what you call it? "
She out, "you're God damn 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, 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 genius you see that? " "yeah" "so 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 for a zebra lounge
To settle down, in the heart of midtown
Went to this place, the sting pit
Got inside and seen all types of
Men who looked soft but acting
Dancing to the beat, ten style
Females who jeans that were tight
With faces resembling
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies looks
As if were fugitive crooks
They smiled at me and the god, showin all
That's when I the clue
As this red-bone, who thought she fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one word fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, barry white
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)