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

Give her shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm rockin' Coogi (On God)
make you put up that lil' 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)
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 (Thigh), like, "Do it 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 hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And bills late (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you never need a man to you (Straight up)
You pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
'Cause he been (Yeah)
You a star (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she 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), she my ride or die (Die)
Never a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather
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 take one, then just run this back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm than that (Yeah)
Told you before, know this than rap
We up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)
Just bought the block where they didn't me at
Just a fuss right across from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got that bitch
My heart in this 'til I attack
Runnin' this shit cardiac
Not far from this shit where they me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She wanna bling blaow for the
Up at the top it's plottin' and schemin'
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 coupe coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start makin' sense, I guess, 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 that I'm slippin' and slidin' on
She go out for the night, I'm with it