Luyện nghe bài hát out for the night, pt. 2

Give her back shots 'til her back (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I slam first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' with the booty (On God)
like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, niggas (Straight up)
her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)
I was in my feelings, now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout)
Let lil' Tip hit bitch, on GP (Straight up)
Smokin' gas, nigga, I at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would Skype
But I'm out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)

Yeah, you hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your late (Late)
And rent due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
'Cause he been (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd never go you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in your now (Racks)

Five foot (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and (Clyde)
at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would Skype
But I'm out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Out for the (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)
Out for the (On God)

Damn...
Damn...
Ooh (Huh)

P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin',
take one, then just run this shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm than that (Yeah)
you before, know this deeper than rap
We been in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
bought the block where they didn't want me at
Just threw a right across from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got bitch back
My in this 'til I heart attack
Runnin' this shit cardiac
Not far this shit where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She wanna bling blaow for the
Up at the top it's still plottin' and
City of Angels, we watch for the
Out of the window, we in seasons
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, feed 'em
They open pits up without speakin'
been some tension, but can't rock the wave
Let the roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older
For now they cold, I got ice to get colder
I run the H, keep it A when I go there
Don't break out 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She wanna go out for the night, I'm it