Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

out in bars can become no joke
When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and
Or and rossi, asti spumante
forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is throughout the bright moon
With the melody, of a soft barry tune
I sit back, I got it made in the shade
Holding my dick as I talk to the
me miss, "alright here I come
May I help you? " yeah, shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice of burning alcohol
I reach in my to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the
I play macho, and say leave it for the
Beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I stumbling to the phone booth
Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety
The phone booth door is closed, the is on
The girlie just nine-seven-zero porn
She sit back, with her legs in the air
her fingers 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 think it's
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
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 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 females posin for a
Thinking of who would be the first to a trick
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so you think? "
"let's swing em to the spot to have a drink"
I at one she said, "hi" in a low pitch
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a lounge
To settle down, right in the of midtown
Went to this place, the sting pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked but acting wild
to the beat, ten city style
Females who wore jeans were tight
With faces resembling
Everyone in the bar my girlies mean looks
As if they were crooks
They smiled at me and the god, all thirty-two
That's I caught 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 was flowin with crazy blood
A little midtown type flood
And as we off from the scene
Here's the I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)