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

Give her back 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hands (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I slam first (Yah, yah)
She be stiff with the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco you put up that 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)
Smokin' gas, nigga, I at the BP

foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather
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 workin' (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your late (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you never a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
'Cause he through (Yeah)
You a star (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now it's wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure that we out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid in your purse now (Racks)

Five five (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 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)

my lateness, this beat hittin', slap
After take one, then just run this shit
Say La hot, no, I'm hotter than that (Yeah)
Told you before, know this deeper rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just the block where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss right across the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got that back
My heart in this 'til I heart
Runnin' shit 'til cardiac
Not far from shit where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she 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 countin' in
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, feed 'em
They open pits up even speakin'
It's been some tension, but rock the wave
Let the coupe roller coast, get the out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start makin' sense, I guess, I get older
For now they cold, I got ice to get colder
I run through the H, keep it A I go there
Don't break out Moët I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on
She go out for the night, I'm with it