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)
Wanna go on a date? You dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff the booty (On God)
Feelin' I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't 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 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)

Yeah, you hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And bills late (Late)
And rent due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
'Cause he been (Yeah)
You a star (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 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)

foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and (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, this hittin', slap
After take one, then run this shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than (Yeah)
Told you before, know this deeper rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just the block where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss right across from the
Tried take my world, but I got bitch back
My heart in this I heart attack
this shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She wanna bling blaow for the
Up at the top it's still plottin' and
City of Angels, we watch for the
Out of the window, we countin' in
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, feed 'em
They pits up without even 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 makin' sense, I guess, I get older
For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get
I run through the H, keep it A 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