Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Go Out Sad

to me
See this day and age, these niggas getting paid

clear, Sprite, yuh
Mike bite, yuh
Cup dirty, yuh
bike, yuh
We fist fight
Chopper life
Double tight
Detroit got me
Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got
her out cause she keep filming
They calling me Bob the
Quavo Pierce em', whip a ball, Wilson
Put my all in bowl, put my all in it
I all my dogs to win it
I all my dogs to win it
Remember my dog was (no, no)
I ain't gon' it back to thebeginning
get in the Benz and sit in
(Talk to em'!)
(Ay!)
(Get in there!)
(Chill!)
(C'mon!)
Standing in the trap, a long day
bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK
Mama tired, daddy died, no Real Housewives
Now it's no more crying, cause we echelon
I can make a Tuesday, go up a Saturday
play where you fools play, you must be from out of state
Molly yo girl plate, you take her on dinner dates
Dabbing in Raf Simmons yeah I dress the everyday
Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came Kuwait
Everyday, everyday, nigga looking for bae
Got a bitch on and she do whatever huncho say
Her boyfriend wanna be me cause I that shit the gangster way

I got to put you
Ay man, niggas goin' out sad
I'm ya, can't go out bad
Naw, bout that bitch

I'm not out sad
'Specially that bitch
I go out sad
bout that bitch

(Offset!)
Not bout the bitch, naw, not bout the
She just for the dick
Aw, lord, don't say this your
I'm young and
But I can arm a brick
I you was born a bitch
Rick Owens cost your rent
Pay up, up
John got to put the K up
I'mma smash ya but we lay up
bachelor get ya weight up
Throw the north, bitch you know where we
Think it's sweet and we out a drum
You can be and a bum
I want it all, not
She fucking for fame, for
I think she came for
I swear I ain't hurting for
So I just the money
in my house like Hugh Heffner
But I'mma the bunnies
She goin' insane, she talk' bout mymain quit sayin' my name mama

I got to put you
Ay man, these goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, go out bad
Naw, bout that bitch

I'm not out sad
'Specially bout bitch
I go out sad
'Specially bout that

(Takeoff!)
I can't, go out, sad about no
Who me? never mad about no bitch
Depressed need to get off my chest, ain't stressed about that bitch
She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that
Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and
goin' out sad
You took on her on a with dad
The is boy did you smash?
strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bitch have (tricked you)
Aw man, goddamn, niggas goin' out sad
Wifin' ho's up, not one nigga the hood done been had
Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't the past
If she fool you once, on her, if she fool you twice it's yo ass

I got to put you
Ay man, niggas goin' out sad
I'm ya, can't go out bad
Naw, 'specially bout that

I'm not out sad
'Specially that bitch
I go out sad
bout that bitch