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 fuck up here
("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time
Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, Suge at, nigga?") 
Call Suge, call all the niggas 'em to meet me downstairs ("Where K and them niggas at man?")
Tell the valet, bring the around ("Ay, y'all seen my shoes?")
Hey Kurupt, y'all niggas drivin or flyin' back, whassup?
("Man, I'm man, fuck that shit.")
Hey Syke nigga, come on man, get up out the fool
("Fuck that, I lost money, nigga.") Aw nigga

Now I'm up early in the mornin', breath stinkin' as I'm
Just sunny day in California
I got my mind focused on some papers I'm into sexy capers
Give a to them hoochies last night, that tried to rape us
Will these rap lyrics take us, room all up in Vegas
I'm a boss playa, death I let these bitches break us
night was like a fantansy, Alizé and Hennessy
A hoochie and her homie dirty with my man and me
her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a bitch
First you argued, I fight it, til you lick me where I like it
Got a nigga all excited, it matter, just don't bite it
I never got to out the scence
Too busy to dig a hole in your jeans
Now it seems, it's out time

We gotta go  (gotta go, go)
We gotta go (yeah baby) (it's it out time)
We go (let's go nigga, gotta go)
We gotta go (Y'all 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)

They label me an outlaw, so it's time for the panty
My fantansies came true Janet on, I'm in a escapade
But did it all, end too
All the homies runnin' through the halls to room
So I assume, since I'm a playa my nigga Syke
Then it's only right for me to disappear the night
My game's tight, so I find time to recline
Sneak in your room, instant Messiah, wines of all kinds
I ain't got that much
So hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from
Since I'm here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated
Play like Jackson, and beat It
One more thing I like to mention, I'm and I'm out
there's someone else who deserves my attention
So all the homies round up in the
bustin' bitches is a hobby, nigga
It's check out

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

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

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

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