Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

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

Jukeboxes throughout the bright moon
With the melody of a soft Barry 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 inside of alcohol

I in my pockets to tip the whore
But I'm clumsy, my start fallin' on the floor
I macho, then say leave it for the sweeper
beep beep beep beep, my fuckin' beeper

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

She sit back with her cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walkin' through her 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 me when I was havin' so much fun"
I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch, you think it's
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"

She said, "How can you try to disrespect any
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 phone and you do not run it"
I said, "So is your but can I use it when I want it?"

out of bars
Stay out of

I was in Square, loungin' hard
Me and the Rakeem, you know the God
Watchin' females for a flick
Thinkin' of who be the first to turn a trick

"Yo, Genius, you see that?", "Yeah", "So 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 searchin' for a zebra
To settle right in the heart of Midtown
to this place, called the Sting Pit
Got inside and seen all types of

Men who looked but actin' wild
Dancin' to the beat, Ten style
Females who wore jeans that tight
With faces resemblin'

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

As this redbone, who she looked fly
up on me, and she said hi
That one word fucked up the whole night
Her was deeper than Barry White

I up and boy, did I flip
I pull out a nine and I the clip
The was flowin' with crazy blood
A Midtown massacre type flood

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

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

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