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)
Wanna go on a You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't no features, niggas groupies (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, sneak (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 five (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 workin' (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you never a man to defend you (Straight up)
You pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
'Cause he through (Yeah)
You a star (Yeah)
And he you (Yeah)
In corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna you (Straight up)
You got off (Late)
And you out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby 'cause 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 like 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)

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

P-pardon my lateness, this hittin', slap
After take one, then just run shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than (Yeah)
Told you before, know this deeper rap
We been up-up in the cap, no cap (Uh)
Just bought the where they didn't want me at
Just threw a fuss across from the tracks
Tried my world, but I got that bitch back
My heart in this I heart attack
this shit 'til cardiac
Not far from this shit they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
in my closet, she tryin' on pieces
She wanna blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top it's plottin' and schemin'
of Angels, we watch for the demons
Out of the window, we countin' in
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta 'em
They open pits up without even
It's some tension, but can't rock the wave
Let the roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older
For now 'cause cold, I got ice to get colder
I run through the H, keep it A when I go
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