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

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

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and (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 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 pissed off, on menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (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 it's 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 racks in your purse now (Racks)

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we Bonnie 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)

Damn...
Damn...
Ooh (Huh)

P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin',
After one, then just run this shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter that (Yeah)
Told you before, this deeper than rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just bought the block they didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss across from the tracks
take my world, but I got that bitch back
My heart in this I heart attack
Runnin' this shit cardiac
Not far from this shit where find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She wanna blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top still plottin' and schemin'
City of Angels, we for the demons
Out of the window, we in seasons
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta 'em
They open pits up even speakin'
It's some tension, but can't rock the wave
Let the roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start makin' sense, I guess, 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 Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm
mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this
She go out for the night, I'm with it