Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Out

featuring Keith 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 every girl I to yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to ya
Real I tell how she got all the right 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 nigga
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's time to go
Get the be out of valet and start the late show
Niggas hate, I but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, place, same time
Same on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find
The right kind the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take home

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

Now, is it my name's Jermaine? no
It's all how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough 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 when they tipsy, risky, you don't know what you facin'
around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things 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 all on tape
Where you put the cake
How you fed me the
What I did with the ice that you shake, shake
Now when the night's and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club 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, Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the skin, slim
The braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from to Richmond
y'all playas waitin' to like 6th men
I'm done the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, is a nice way to slide it, let's ride