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

Give her shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance (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)
Draco make you put up that 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)
gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and (Clyde)
at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come 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)

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 menstrual (Straight up)
And you been (Yeah)
he been through (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 baby 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a racks in your purse now (Racks)

Five five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her (Thigh), like, "Do it come 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)

my lateness, this beat 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 than 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 from the tracks
Tried take my world, but I got bitch back
My heart in this 'til I attack
Runnin' shit 'til cardiac
Not far this shit where they find me at
Flame, Flame, La
Walk in my closet, she on pieces
She bling blaow for the evenin'
Up at the top it's still plottin' and
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 pits up 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 when I go
Don't break out 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober
Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on
She wanna go out for the night, I'm it