Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

Hangin out in bars can no joke
When you start to gin rum bacardi and coke
Or and rossi, asti spumante
forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the moon
With the melody, of a soft barry white
I sit back, I got it made in the shade
my dick as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright here I
May I help you? " yeah, double of rum
"on the sir? " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the need ice inside of burning alcohol
I reach in my 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 start stumbling to the booth
Revealing all of drinking ninety proof
The phone booth door is closed, the is on
The girlie just dialed porn
She sit back, with her cocked 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, you think it's cute
To be perverted let alone a prostitute"
She said, "how can you try to any female
Or me and my homegirls because we sell"
I said, "pussy? that's what you 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 pussy but can I use it when I want it? "

Stay out of (2x)

I was in times square, hard
Me and the prince rakeem, you the god
Watchin females for a flick
Thinking of who would be the first to turn a
"yo genius you see that? " "yeah" "so what you "
"let's swing em to the nearest to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
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, called the pit
Got inside and seen all of shit
Men who soft but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who wore jeans that were
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my mean looks
As if they were crooks
smiled at me and the god, showin 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, barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I out a nine and I empty the clip
The place was flowin with crazy
A midtown massacre type flood
And as we stepped off the scene
the message I got from rakeem
Stay out of (4x)