Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, check shit out

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

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

Excuse me, miss, "Alright, 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 start to the phone booth
Revealin' all symptoms of 90 proof
The phone booth is closed, the light is on
The girlie just dialed 970

She sit back her legs cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walkin' through her pubic hair
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 havin' 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 homegirls just we sell?"
I said, "Pussy? That's you call it?"
She out, "You're goddamn right, you alcoholic"

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

out of bars
Stay out of

I was in Square, loungin' hard
Me and the Rakeem, you know the God
Watchin' 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 to have a drink"
I at one she said, "Hi", in a low pitch
started flowin' and bagged the other hoe bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay out of
Stay out of
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