Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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

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

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 burnin'

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

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

She sit back her legs cocked in the air
While her fingers do the walkin' through her knotty pubic
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 when I was havin' so 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 what you 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 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 Prince Rakeem, you the God
Watchin' posin' for a flick
Thinkin' of who will be the 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 flowin' and bagged the other hoe bitch

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

Men who looked but actin' wild
Dancin' to the beat, Ten City
Females who wore jeans that were
faces resemblin' transvestites

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

As redbone, who thought she looked fly
Rolled up on me, and she hi
That one little 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 place was flowin' with crazy
A little Midtown type flood

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

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