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

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

Five foot (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come rice?" (Rice)
She don't FaceTime, she would rather 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 bills late (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you never a man to defend you (Straight up)
You pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
'Cause he through (Yeah)
You a star (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 his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and sure that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in purse now (Racks)

foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she rather 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 hittin', slap
After take one, then just run this back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter that (Yeah)
Told you before, know this deeper rap
We been up-up in the cap, no cap (Uh)
Just bought the where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss right across from the
Tried my world, but I got that bitch back
My in this 'til I heart attack
Runnin' shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She bling blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top still plottin' and schemin'
City of Angels, we watch for the
Out of the window, we countin' in
nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em
They open up without even speakin'
been some tension, but can't rock the wave
Let the coupe coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start makin' sense, I guess, I get older
For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get
I run through the H, keep it A I go there
break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on
She wanna go out for the night, I'm it