Luyện nghe bài hát In The Middle Of The Night

what happens when the Twista high in the Suave House
Y'all motherfuckers who this is
Here's some shit

Ooh, I can feel a reefer in me all in me
Swooping through the hood mostly ballas be
hearing women callin me
Is it of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G
Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get I'm from my K-Town click
when a lay it down quick
to be no tease and no lick she suck the sleeve off my tip
I get the words in
straight up in till the juices diminish
I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim
Lights blur dim with a slight curve
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might 10
game I try to master the graphics
Never plaster on plastic psychodamagic
and man a bad cause I status
Grabbing some freaking up plenty women by the masses
can't nobody stop madness
The playa Twista great up in the Suave House tip
Never catch me in much but a Suave outfit
with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick
Hit the cause rug on the loveless
Ladies love this pretty eyes mug a thug twist
Flowing I'm as as a drug risk
Anyone high but killers haters die from the slugness
Peep this like a deep
Takin my vision away like a I see hips
My scripts I dip game as 3 clips
Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak
competition gone head on
Chicks gone head bone in the lac of the rear
so I can have a sack and a
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the

Twista]
I can ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real
rhythm in the middle of the night
Sitting in the back up mackin while I get my smoke on
ya how to get ya game tight
Light flame right till it feel real good
rhythm in the middle of the night
I'ma till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long
I can ya how to get ya game tight
light sticky flame right gotta hit till feeling real good
Getting rhythm in the of the night
in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game
Light sticky flame right till it feel good
Getting in the middle of the night
toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long

We be Eightball and MJG with playa Twista from the Chi
Showing love in a major way trying to make that pay
Staying from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching
Trying to make me slip and get a on the grip I'm speaking
All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat the sun rays
Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto
My fo's got for me so real for me they'll kill for me
I have tendencies to be high when I
Pulling that when I hit the door
Pin roll aka the fat man got for the ones who got love for me
Thug for me roll up with me and if down to it shed blood for me
Real to the end me and my pen in love all over again
to a remix by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this
I really couldn't see that I give a dam who you be
Supposed to be can't nobody step to the
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak out here try to do
Open mind we got something for you and you and you

MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the
Not a lot of wanna say we don't sound right
but I can a soundtrack sound tight
I really understanda
Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump
Taking control for the big time foll and all the women are hoe
I I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
Now why you still pausing when you know
Tou don't smell like you been through the of the sea plates
Nan as a e-weight, gotta be straight
First of all I ain't buying clothes,
then your toes, then going to shows,
No no more, go run boots, hoe patios
and you feeling that you for a blackout
Huh I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out
Now you ain't even act out, now I gotta throw the trash out
I'm a thug shout, my pimping spot,
where the sun don't shine one
Then throw me a of that straight shot hen
I'm running with all this hate
It seems to be getting around late
Tell ya man to lock the tight
Here I come to the window smash that boy
and get up and then go heres some a trail
with no clue no propane no buds and
and you know the rivalry man up skull