Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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Hangin out in can become no joke
When you to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke
Or martini and rossi, asti
Even forties being shared throughout the
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 dick as I talk to the
Excuse me miss, "alright 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 pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my change start on the floor
I macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper
I start stumbling to the phone
Revealing all symptoms of drinking proof
The phone booth door is closed, the is on
The girlie just dialed porn
She sit back, with her cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic
Her eyes are tight, she moans and groan
I hit the glass, "get the off the phone!"
She up and said, "you just had to be the one
To interrupt me I was having 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 disrespect any
Or me and my homegirls just 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 your pussy but can I use it when I it? "

out of bars (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 you see that? " "yeah" "so what you think? "
"let's swing em to the spot to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "hi" in a low
started flowing and bagged the other hoe bitch
Now we searchin for a zebra
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 but acting wild
Dancing to the beat, ten city
Females who jeans that were tight
faces resembling transvestites
Everyone in the bar gave my girlies looks
As if they were crooks
They at me and the god, showin all thirty-two
when I caught the clue
As this red-bone, who she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she "hi"
That one little word up the whole night
Her was deeper, than barry white
I up, and boy did I flip
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was with crazy blood
A little midtown type flood
And as we stepped off from the
Here's the I got from rakeem
out of bars (4x)