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 hands (Cash out)
Wanna go on a You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff with the (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie Coogi (On God)
Draco you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, 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)
gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
tell a lie (Lie), we like 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)

Yeah, you hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills (Late)
And your due (Yeah)
And you need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on your (Straight up)
And you through (Yeah)
'Cause he been (Yeah)
You a player (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 stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and sure that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in purse now (Racks)

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 come 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
take one, then just run this shit back
Say La Flame hot, no, I'm than that (Yeah)
you before, know this deeper than 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 'til I heart
Runnin' this shit 'til
Not far from shit where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she tryin' on
She wanna bling blaow for the
Up at the top it's still plottin' and
City of Angels, we for the demons
Out of the window, we countin' in
Three nights in The Forum for the kids, feed 'em
open pits up without even speakin'
It's been some tension, but rock the wave
Let the roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)
It will start makin' sense, I guess, when I get
For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get
I run through the H, 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