Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, check shit out

Hangin out in can become no joke
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, asti
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 made in the
Holding my dick as I talk to the
Excuse me miss, "alright I come
May I help you? " yeah, double 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 start falling 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 of drinking ninety proof
The booth door is closed, the light is on
The girlie dialed nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, with her cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walking through her pubic hair
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and
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, bitch you think it's
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to disrespect any
Or me and my just because we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's you call it? "
She screamed out, "you're God damn 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? "

Stay out of (2x)

I was in times square, hard
Me and the rakeem, you know the god
Watchin posin for a flick
Thinking of who would be the to turn a trick
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so you think? "
"let's swing em to the nearest 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
to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and seen all types of
Men who looked but acting wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore that were tight
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean
As if they fugitive crooks
smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
That's when I caught the
As this red-bone, who thought she fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
one little word fucked up the whole night
Her voice was deeper, barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I pull out a and I empty the clip
The place was flowin crazy blood
A midtown massacre type flood
And as we off from the scene
Here's the I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)