Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

featuring Sweat R.O.C.

[JD to R.O.C.]

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

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

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

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, 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 shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the
See Sinbad, Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin,
The braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
y'all playas to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a
Speakin' of hundreds, is a nice way to slide it, let's ride