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 type you see at the bar 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 right
The come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations
Now I'm all up in her ear and she
At the same time, how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout to go
Get the be out of valet and 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 find
The right kind 'fore the lights off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin'

Now if I buy you a drink and you it up
Then, uh, you goin' home me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we too much
Then, uh, we goin' with me
Now if you came with a friend that want to do my man
Then you need to give her your
her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya

Now, is it because my Jermaine? no
It's all 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 good you
you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn everything"
So even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for cause it's all on tape
Where you put the cake
How you fed me the
What I did with the ice made you shake, shake
Now the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same song

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and your hips
But I'm off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't 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, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Conseco
Uh, RBI's, top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, eyes
R.O.C.'s pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
y'all waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a way to slide it, let's ride