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

Give her back shots 'til her hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff the booty (On God)
Feelin' I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up lil' 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 lil' Tip hit bitch, on GP (Straight up)
Smokin' gas, nigga, I at the BP

Five foot (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come 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 bills (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
he been through (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd never go you (On God)
a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby mama she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a racks in your purse now (Racks)

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 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, beat hittin', slap
After take one, then just run this shit
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm than that (Yeah)
Told you before, know deeper than rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just bought the block where they didn't me at
threw a fuss right across from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got bitch back
My heart in this I heart attack
this shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this shit where they me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she tryin' on
She bling blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top it's plottin' and schemin'
City of Angels, we watch for the
Out of the window, we countin' in
Three in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em
They open pits up without even
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 through the H, keep it A when I go
Don't out Moët 'cause 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