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

Give her shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta first (Yah, yah)
it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff the booty (On God)
like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up that Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, 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 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 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 late (Late)
And rent due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
'Cause he been (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 ain't stunt his baby mama she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in your now (Racks)

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

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

P-pardon my lateness, beat hittin', slap
After take one, then just run shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm than that (Yeah)
Told you before, know this deeper rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just bought the block where they didn't me at
Just threw a fuss right across the tracks
take my world, but I got that bitch back
My heart in 'til I heart attack
Runnin' shit 'til cardiac
Not far from shit where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she tryin' on
She wanna bling for the evenin'
Up at the top it's still and schemin'
City of Angels, we for the demons
Out of the window, we in seasons
Three in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em
They open up without even speakin'
It's been some tension, but can't rock the
Let the coupe coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start sense, I guess, when I get older
For now they cold, I got ice to get colder
I run through the H, keep it A I go there
Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on
She wanna go out for the night, I'm it