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

Give her back shots 'til her hurt (Back shots)
Thumb the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff with the (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' (On God)
Draco make you put up that Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, niggas (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, quarterback (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

foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her (Thigh), like, "Do it come 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)

Yeah, you workin' (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 off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
'Cause he through (Yeah)
You a player (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now 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 that we out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid in your purse now (Racks)

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it 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, this hittin', slap
take one, then just run this shit back
Say La hot, no, I'm hotter than that (Yeah)
Told you before, this deeper than rap
We been in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just bought the block where they didn't me at
Just threw a fuss right from the tracks
Tried my world, but I got that bitch back
My in this 'til I heart attack
Runnin' this 'til cardiac
Not far from shit where they 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 for the demons
Out of the window, we countin' in
Three nights in The for the kids, gotta feed 'em
They open pits up without speakin'
It's been some tension, but can't rock the
Let the coupe roller coast, get the out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older
For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get
I run the H, keep it A when I go there
Don't break out 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She go out for the night, I'm with it