Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

Hangin' out in bars can become no
When you start to gin, rum, Bacardi and coke
Or Martini and Rossi, Spumante
Even 40s bein' shared the posse

Jukeboxes slammin' the bright moon
the melody of a soft Barry White tune
I sit like I got it made in the shade
Holdin' my dick as I to the barmaid

Excuse me, miss, "Alright, I come
May I help you?", Yeah, double of rum
"On the rocks, sir?", Mmm, not at all
Who the fucks need ice of burnin' alcohol

I reach in my pockets to tip the
But I'm clumsy, my change start fallin' on the
I play macho, then say it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep, my fuckin' beeper

I stumblin' to the phone booth
Revealin' all symptoms of drinkin' 90
The phone booth door is closed, the is on
The girlie just dialed 970

She sit with her legs cocked in the air
While her do the walkin' through her knotty pubic 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 so much fun"
I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch, you think cute
To be perverted let a sleazy 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 right, you alcoholic"

She said, "This is a public and you do not run it"
I said, "So is your but can I use it when I want it?"

Stay out of
out of bars

I was in Times Square, loungin'
Me and the Rakeem, you know the God
Watchin' posin' for a flick
Thinkin' of who will 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
started flowin' and bagged the other hoe bitch

Now we searchin' for a zebra
To settle down right in the heart of
Went to this place, called the Pit
Got inside and all types of shit

Men who looked soft but wild
Dancin' to the beat, Ten style
who wore jeans that were tight
With faces transvestites

in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
As if were fugitive crooks
smiled at me and the God, showin' all 32
That's when I caught the

As redbone, who thought she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she hi
That one little word up the whole night
Her voice was deeper than White

I up and boy, did I flip
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was flowin' with crazy
A little Midtown massacre type

And as we stepped off the scene
Here's the message I got Rakeem

out of bars
Stay out of
out of bars
Stay out of

Stay out of
out of bars