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 phone out here girl, you two hands
You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after

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

You've been so
I drink on the job and on the job
So I don't how serious you take it
Can't offer more, you've heard it before
narrative for me isn't changing
I wanna you a priority
I wanna let you there's more to me
I wanna have your faith 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 gotta work (I don't gotta work no more)
You can put your phone out here girl, you two hands (ooh, yeah)
You can't get enough, girl, you know I set it up for after

night, me and you, got you wet like the pool
Then I'm dive in, put some time in, yeah
Get the right,
get mind right, it's gon' be a long night (ooh yeah)
Put your feet in this water, don't get your hair wet
hooked up a couple times, we ain't took it there yet
You broke up with your man and ain't been with 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, up to the shorty, after dark
And when it's 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 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

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

Coming up, we head through your
storm Troop, Fantasia, Chaka Khan
My Funny Valentine, Jill
you whatever and more,
the selected music of Mr Luther Van
As we kick off first hour of your most
selective, most seductive, most relaxing four of the 93-7
It's Al and you are safe, soft, and warm
In the loving embrace of my on BLK