Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk In Love (Remix)

[Intro: Waro]
Kinm in kalot Mandela
Twé la pa dan la gèl banna
la pèt amwin

[Intro:
We be all

[Verse 1: West]
Woo! You will need another lover
Woo! you a milf and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer
I'm pa rum pa pum pumin' all on your
Yeah, I see some super freaky hoes
That go from bein' stripper to a super CEO
I know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you always told your you need you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some
Let me remind you, you got a, you got a great behind you
You gotta tell me we tryna do
I no pastor, don't do missionary
I know good pussy I see it, I'm a visionary
I them haters talkin', always had us very wary
Yup! On the 35th of
Yup! You the way I'm turnt
After all the money you earned, still show daddy you learned
cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I your mouth, girl, ooooh
That's when I knew you be my spouse, girl
We fuckin' all over the house, girl, we just messed up a brand new couch,
You ain't on then you on Skype
I put you on that bike, you bound,
We too wild, won't down
We drunk in love, fuck

[Verse 2:
I've been drinking, I've been
I get filthy when liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been
Why I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you,
on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my
lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded-faded, baby, I you, na-na
Can't keep eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na
in love, I want you

We woke up in the kitchen
"How the hell did shit happen?" Oh baby, drunk in love
We be all night, last I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding up in that club, in love

We be all night, love,
We be all night, love,

[Verse 3:
We be all night, and all right
No from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot,
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out washrags, he wear it up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my toys
I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard,
on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, on that
Big body Benz serving all this, swerve, surfing all in good-good

[Bridge +

4: Jay Z]
Hold up, that D'ussé is the shit if I do say so
If I do say so myself, if I do say so
Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to up all that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that Third, I see all that shit that I heard
I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer, up my Warhol
Slid the panties to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off
On sight, a charge I might
Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I
I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't
Now eat the cake, Mae said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to these heights
You need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
Sleep tight, we sex again in the
Your breasteses is my breakfast, we in, we be all night

I'm tired, never tired
I been sippin', that's the only
keeping me on fire, we on fire
Didn't to spill that liquor all on my attire
been drinking, watermelon
I want your right here, daddy, I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I you