Luyện nghe bài hát Check Out Time

Ay what is it nigga?
("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12
Oh shit, we got to get the up outta here
("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's out time nigga
Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where at, nigga?") 
Call Suge, call all the tell 'em to meet me downstairs ("Where K and them niggas at man?")
the valet, bring the Benz around ("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")
Hey Kurupt, y'all drivin or y'all flyin' back, whassup?
("Man, I'm rollin' man, that shit.")
Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the bathroom
("Fuck that, I lost some money, nigga.") Aw

Now I'm up in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm yawnin'
Just sunny day in California
I got my mind on some papers while I'm into sexy capers
Give a holla to them hoochies last night, tried to rape us
Will rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas
I'm a playa, death before I let these bitches break us
Last was like a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty dancin' my man and me
Told her I was interested, picture all the we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, a freaky bitch
First you argued, then I fight it, til you me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter, just don't it
I got to check out the scence
Too busy tryin' to dig a in your jeans
Now it seems, it's out time

We go  (gotta go, gotta go)
We go (yeah baby) (it's check it out time)
We gotta go (let's go nigga, go)
We go (Y'all know what time it is!) (Ay, c'mon man get y'all bags man)
We go (call that valet motherfucker, tell him to get a nigga shoe)
We go ('cause we out this, motherfucker)

label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty raid
My fantansies came true with Janet on, I'm in a
But did it all, end too
All the homies through the halls room to room
So I assume, since I'm a playa my nigga Syke
Then it's right for me to disappear into the night
My trump tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak in your room, Messiah, shit wines of all kinds
I got that much time
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from
Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and
Play like Micheal Jackson, and It
One thing I like to mention, I'm done and I'm out
there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the
'Cause bustin' bitches is a hobby,
check out time

We go (ayo man Pac ay)
We gotta go (where the where the is Daz at man?)
We gotta go (This nigga up or somethin'?)
We gotta go (The one not to leave) (yo man)
We gotta go (it's out time it's time to get out this mother)
We gotta go (You seem bitches?)
We gotta go (We out man, fuck shit)
We go (Yo Rece!)
We go (Yo nigga, whassup, whassup?)

Hey I'm the life of a boss playa
The desk callin' but I'm checkin' out later
My behaviour is crazy what you did to me baby
If walls could talk, they'd say, you tried to me
I'm puttin' in work, but didn't from the jacuzzi to the bed
Carressin' thoughts, 'cause I'm livin' Fed
Heard what I said? Passion is the room
From the liquor we consumed I a boom
I'm out, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy'
We did it in the on the highway, my way
I'm in a dream and so it seemed, to be the night
Five bottles of and I'm still tight
Out of sight from Pac and
As I get it up, the doors close, you stuck
In a heaty, sticky
Get up baby, you on vacation
check out time

We go 
We gotta go (Ay, check out time)
We go (Ay Pac, nigga where my motherfuckin')
We go (where my shoes go, nigga?)
We go (where my motherfuckin' drawers and shit at man?)
We go (Man, y'all niggas was in here partyin' too fuckin' much)
We gotta go (What the fuck doin', nigga? Kurupt!)
We go (go tell Daz, man, and Bogart and the rest of them niggas, c'mon man)
is trippin' man
Front desk all me, tellin' me to get the hell outta here, man
We gotta go (I ain't got no more money, loan me a hundred)
We gotta
We go 
We go 
We gotta
We go 
We gotta
We go

We go, ooh
We go
We, hey
We
We go, ho
We go uh
Hmm yeah, hey hey