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

Give her back shots her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hands (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 with the (On God)
like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, 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 (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like and Clyde (Clyde)
at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come 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)

Yeah, you hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills (Late)
And rent due (Yeah)
And you never need a man to you (Straight up)
You already off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
he been through (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd 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 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 tell a lie (Lie), we like 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)

my lateness, this 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 this than rap
We been in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just the block where they didn't want me at
Just a fuss right across from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got that bitch
My heart in 'til I heart attack
this shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this shit they find 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 plottin' and
City of Angels, we for the demons
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 roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will makin' sense, I guess, when I get older
For now they cold, I got ice to get colder
I run through the H, it A when I go there
Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm
Don't mean I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She go out for the night, I'm with it