Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, check shit out

Hangin out in bars can no joke
you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
Even forties being throughout the posse
is slamming throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry tune
I sit back, like I got it in the shade
Holding my as I talk to the barmaid
me miss, "alright here I come
May I help " yeah, double shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks ice inside of burning alcohol
I in my pockets to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change start on the floor
I macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep my beeper
I start stumbling to the booth
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety
The phone door is closed, the light is on
The just dialed nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, her legs cocked in the air
While her do the walking through 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 me when I was having so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, you think it's cute
To be perverted let alone a prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to disrespect any
Or me and my just because we sell"
I said, "pussy? what you call 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 I want it? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in times square, loungin
Me and the rakeem, you know the god
Watchin posin for a flick
Thinking of who be the first to turn a trick
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so you think? "
"let's swing em to the spot 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 down, right in the heart of midtown
Went to this place, called the pit
Got inside and seen all types of
Men who looked soft but wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who wore jeans 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 the clue
As red-bone, who thought she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
one little word fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, than barry
I jumped up, and boy did I
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was flowin with crazy
A little midtown massacre type
And as we stepped off the scene
the message I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)