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

Give her back shots her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta 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 want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, quarterback (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 five (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 like 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 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 through (Yeah)
'Cause he been (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna 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 that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid in your purse now (Racks)

Five five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and (Clyde)
Lookin' at her (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She like 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, just run this shit 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 block where didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss across from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got bitch back
My heart in 'til I heart attack
Runnin' shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this shit where they me at
Flame, Flame, La
in my closet, she tryin' on pieces
She wanna bling for the evenin'
Up at the top it's still 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 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 sense, I guess, when I get older
For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get
I run through the H, it A when I go there
Don't break out Moët I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She go out for the night, I'm with it