Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Out of Bars

Yo, this shit out

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

Jukeboxes slammin' the bright moon
With the of a soft Barry White tune
I sit back I got it made in the shade
Holdin' my dick as I 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 ice inside of burnin' alcohol

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 beep, my fuckin'

I start stumblin' to the booth
Revealin' all 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
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 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 perverted let a sleazy prostitute"

She said, "How can you try to disrespect any
Or me and my homegirls because we sell?"
I said, "Pussy? what you call 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 your pussy but can I use it I want it?"

Stay out of
Stay out of

I was in Times Square, hard
Me and the Rakeem, you know the God
females 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 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 for a zebra lounge
To settle down right in the heart of
Went to this place, called the Pit
Got and seen all types of shit

Men who looked soft but wild
Dancin' to the beat, Ten style
Females who wore jeans were tight
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 caught the

As this redbone, who thought she fly
up on me, and she said 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 was flowin' with crazy blood
A little Midtown type flood

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

Stay out of
out of bars
Stay out of
out of bars

Stay out of
out of bars