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 gotta dance (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I slam first (Yah, yah)
She be stiff with the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' (On God)
Draco make you put up that Uzi (On God)
I want 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)
Smokin' gas, nigga, I at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
tell 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)

Yeah, you hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your late (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on your (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
he been through (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid in your 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 (Thigh), like, "Do it with 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)

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

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