Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

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

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

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

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

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

She jumped up and said, "You 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 perverted let alone a 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 screamed out, "You're right, you alcoholic"

She said, "This is a phone 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 Times Square, loungin'
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 to have a drink"
I winked at one she said, "Hi", in a low
Rakeem flowin' and bagged the other hoe bitch

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

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

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

As this redbone, who 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 jumped up and boy, did I
I pull out a nine and I empty the
The place was with crazy blood
A little massacre type flood

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

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