Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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Hangin out in bars can no joke
When you start to drinkin gin rum and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
Even forties being shared throughout the
Jukebox is slamming the bright moon
the melody, of a soft barry white tune
I sit back, like I got it made in the
my dick as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright I come
May I you? " yeah, double shot of rum
"on the sir? " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks ice inside of burning alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my start falling on the floor
I play macho, and say leave it for the
Beep beep beep beep beep my fucking
I stumbling to the phone 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, 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 having so 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 disrespect any
Or me and my homegirls because we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's you call it? "
She screamed out, "you're God right you alcoholic!"
She said, "this is a public and you do not run it"
I said, "so is pussy 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 turn a
"yo you see that? " "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 flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we for a zebra lounge
To settle down, right in the heart of
Went to this place, called the pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked soft but wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore jeans that were
With faces transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies looks
As if they fugitive crooks
They smiled at me and the god, showin all
That's when I caught the
As this red-bone, who thought she fly
up on me, and she said "hi"
That one little word fucked up the whole
Her voice was deeper, than white
I jumped up, and boy did I
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was flowin with crazy
A little massacre type flood
And as we off from the scene
Here's the I got from rakeem
out of bars (4x)