Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

featuring Sweat R.O.C.

[JD to R.O.C.]

I'm feelin' 2x is you wit' me?
I'm the you see at the bar fresh buyin' it up
And girl I talk to yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to ya
Real quick I tell how she got all the features
The come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she
At the same time, watchin' how a glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm it's bout time to go
Get the be out of valet and start the late show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I
I'm in the every week, same place, same time
thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we to find somebody
The right 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin'

Now if I buy you a and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home me (and all my niggas say)
And if you at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' with me
Now if you came with a friend don't want to do my man
Then you need to her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home me, ya heard?

Now, is it my name's Jermaine? no
It's all how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain my thang
Tellin' you how good you
Send you up for a drop top through the A-T-L
Now they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony
So I know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes near everything"
So don't even think about lyin',
Or try baby, to set me up for cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the
How you fed me the
What I did the ice that made you shake, shake
Now the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn

Now, in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the
See Sinbad, Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin,
The braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from to Richmond
y'all waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's