Luyện nghe bài hát After Dark

Haha,
Yeah, ayy
(After dark)

In a so low, no one's gotta know
Knocking at your door, I don't gotta anymore
You can put your out here girl, you need two hands
You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after

night, like left eye
I'm creepin',
assuming the 'cause I haven't heard from you all weekend
Your is driving me up the wall, up the wall
I cannot tell if you're calls or missing calls 'cause

been so patient
I drink on the job and on the job
So I know how serious you take it
Can't offer much more, you've it before
narrative for me isn't changing
I wanna you a priority
I let you know there's more to me
I wanna have your restored in me
be on my way (after dark)

In a whip so low, no one's know (no one's gotta know)
Knocking at door,
I don't work anymore (I don't gotta work no more)
You can put your phone out girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah)
You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up for dark

night, me and you, got you wet like the pool
Then I'm tryna dive in, put time in, yeah
Get the right,
get your right, it's gon' be a long night (ooh yeah)
Put your feet in this water, wanna get your hair wet
We've hooked up a times, we ain't took it there yet
You broke up with your man and ain't been nobody else
You like, "Fuck these niggas," rather it to yourself
He did you wrong, he left you bad
Now you can't trust
You said, "Do anything, but don't lie to me"
I I ride for you, girl, you said you ride for me
Umm, pulled up to the shorty, after
And when time to duck it, we can go

In a so low, no one's gotta know (no one's gotta know)
at your door,
I don't gotta work (I don't gotta work no more)
You can put your phone out girl, you need two hands (ooh, yeah)
You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up for dark

93.7, It's after 9 on the Quiet Storm
Taking you there with Hall & Oates
you through the storm in
what is now 19 minutes after 10
Thank you for phone calls as we get
you closer to your requests and
lines are open for you to
send a love, love note dedications
644-9393, me

Coming up, we head through your
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My Valentine, Jill Scott
you whatever and more,
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As we kick off your hour of your most
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It's Al Wood and you are safe, soft, and
In the embrace of my storm on BLK