Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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

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

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

I in my pockets to tip the whore
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
all symptoms of drinkin' 90 proof
The phone booth door is closed, the is on
The girlie dialed 970 porn

She sit back with her legs in the air
her fingers 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 it's cute
To be perverted let a sleazy prostitute"

She said, "How can you try to any female
Or me and my homegirls just 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 pussy 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
females posin' for a flick
Thinkin' of who be the first to turn a trick

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

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

Men who soft but actin' wild
to the beat, Ten City style
Females who wore jeans that tight
faces resemblin' transvestites

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

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

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

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

Stay out of
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