Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, check shit out

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

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

Excuse me, miss, "Alright, here I
May I you?", Yeah, double shot 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 change fallin' on the floor
I play macho, say leave it for the sweeper
Beep beep beep beep beep, my fuckin'

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

She sit back with her cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walkin' through her knotty pubic
Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and
I hit the glass, "Get the off the phone"

She jumped up and said, "You had to be the one
To interrupt me when I was so much fun"
I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch, you think it's
To be let alone a sleazy prostitute"

She said, "How can you try to any female
Or me and my just because we sell?"
I said, "Pussy? That's you call it?"
She out, "You're goddamn 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?"

Stay out of
out of bars

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

"Yo, Genius, you see that?", "Yeah", "So you think?"
"Let's swing 'em to the spot to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "Hi", in a low
Rakeem started flowin' and bagged the hoe bitch

Now we for a zebra lounge
To down right in the heart of Midtown
Went to place, called the Sting Pit
Got inside and all types of shit

Men who looked soft but wild
to the beat, Ten City style
Females who wore jeans that were
With faces resemblin'

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

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

I up and boy, did I flip
I out a nine and I empty the clip
The place was flowin' with blood
A little Midtown massacre flood

And as we stepped off the scene
the message I got from Rakeem

Stay out of
Stay out of
out of bars
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