Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

Hangin out in can become no joke
When you start to gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, spumante
Even forties shared 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
my dick as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright I come
May I help " yeah, double shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice of burning alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my change falling on the floor
I macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I stumbling to the phone booth
Revealing all of drinking ninety proof
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 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 jumped up and said, "you had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was so much fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think cute
To be let alone a sleazy prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
Or me and my just because we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's you call 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 but can I use it when I want it? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in times square, hard
Me and the rakeem, you know the god
females posin for a flick
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 nearest spot to a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other hoe
Now we searchin for a lounge
To down, right in the heart of midtown
to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who wore that were tight
With faces transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean
As if they were crooks
They smiled at me and the god, all thirty-two
That's when I caught the
As red-bone, who thought she looked fly
up on me, and she said "hi"
That one little word up the whole night
Her was deeper, than barry white
I jumped up, and boy did I
I pull out a and I empty the clip
The was flowin with crazy blood
A little midtown massacre type
And as we off from the scene
Here's the I got from rakeem
out of bars (4x)