Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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Hangin out in can become no joke
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and
Or martini and rossi, asti
Even forties being shared throughout the
Jukebox is throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft white tune
I sit back, I got it made in the shade
my dick as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright I come
May I help you? " yeah, double of rum
"on the sir? " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice inside of alcohol
I reach in my to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change falling 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 symptoms of drinking ninety
The phone booth is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed porn
She sit back, with her cocked in the air
While her 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 jumped up and said, "you had to be the one
To me when I was having so much 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 disrespect any
Or me and my homegirls because we sell"
I said, "pussy? what you call it? "
She out, "you're God damn right you alcoholic!"
She said, "this is a public 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, loungin
Me and the prince rakeem, you the god
females posin for a flick
Thinking of who would be the to turn a trick
"yo you see that? " "yeah" "so what you think? "
"let's em to the nearest spot to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe
Now we for a zebra lounge
To settle down, right in the of midtown
Went to this place, the sting pit
Got and seen all types of shit
Men who looked but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city
who wore jeans that were tight
With resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar my girlies mean 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 little fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, than white
I up, and boy did I flip
I out a nine and I empty the clip
The place was flowin crazy blood
A little midtown type flood
And as we stepped off the scene
the message I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)