Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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Hangin out in bars can become no
When you start to gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, asti
forties being shared throughout the posse
Jukebox is slamming throughout the moon
With the melody, of a soft white tune
I sit back, like I got it in the shade
Holding my as I talk to the barmaid
Excuse me miss, "alright here I
May I help you? " yeah, shot of rum
"on the rocks " mm-mmm, not at all
Who the fucks ice inside of burning alcohol
I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my start falling on the floor
I play macho, and say it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep my fucking
I stumbling to the phone booth
Revealing all of drinking ninety proof
The booth door is closed, the light is on
The just dialed 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 up and said, "you just had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was having so fun"
I said, "hold up, yo, bitch you think 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? what you call 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? "

out of bars (2x)

I was in times square, hard
Me and the prince rakeem, you the god
Watchin females posin for a
Thinking of who be the first to turn a trick
"yo genius you see " "yeah" "so what you think? "
"let's em to the nearest spot to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
Rakeem started and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we for a zebra lounge
To settle down, right in the of midtown
to this place, called the sting pit
Got inside and all types of shit
Men who looked soft but acting
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who wore jeans that tight
With resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar my girlies mean looks
As if they were crooks
smiled at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
That's when I the clue
As this red-bone, who she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one little word fucked up the night
Her voice was deeper, barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was flowin crazy blood
A midtown massacre type flood
And as we stepped off from the
Here's the message I got from
out of bars (4x)