Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

Hangin out in can become no joke
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or and rossi, asti spumante
Even being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry tune
I sit back, like I got it made in the
Holding my dick as I talk to the
Excuse me miss, "alright here I
May I help you? " yeah, shot of rum
"on the rocks " 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 it for the sweeper
beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I stumbling to the phone booth
Revealing all symptoms of drinking proof
The phone door is closed, the light is on
The girlie just nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, with her 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 I was having so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think it's
To be perverted let alone a prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to disrespect any
Or me and my homegirls just we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's what you 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 pussy but can I use it when I want it? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in square, loungin hard
Me and the prince rakeem, you the god
Watchin females for a flick
Thinking of who would be the first to a trick
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so what you "
"let's swing em to the spot to have a drink"
I at one she said, "hi" in a low pitch
Rakeem started and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a zebra
To settle down, right in the heart of
Went to this place, called the pit
Got inside and seen all types of
Men who looked but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten style
Females who jeans that were tight
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my mean looks
As if they fugitive crooks
They smiled at me and the god, showin all
That's I caught the clue
As this red-bone, who thought she fly
up on me, and she said "hi"
That one little fucked 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 with blood
A little midtown massacre type
And as we stepped off from the
the message I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)