Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk In Love (Remix)

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

[Intro:
We be all

[Verse 1: West]
Woo! You will never need another
Woo! Cause you a and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer
I'm pa rum pa pum all on your stomach
Yeah, tonight I see super freaky hoes
That could go from bein' stripper to a CEO
I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me
And you always told your girlfriends you you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you don't nobody else
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you need some help
Let me remind you, you got a, you got a great future you
You gotta me what we tryna do
I ain't no pastor, don't do
I know pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
I know them haters talkin', had us very wary
Yup! On the 35th of
Yup! You love the way I'm
all the money you earned, still show daddy what you learned
That cowgirl, you that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated mouth, girl, ooooh
That's when I knew you be my spouse, girl
We fuckin' all over the house, girl, we messed up a brand new couch, girl
You ain't on site you on Skype
I put you on that bike, you bound,
We too wild, won't down
We in love, fuck them

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

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

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

3: Beyonce]
We be all night, and all right
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these
Boy, I'm drinking, it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that
Boy, I'm drinking, get my right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he it out like washrags, he wear it up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm on the mic to my boy's 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, swerving on
Big Benz serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this 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 back up all mouth
That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that Third, I wanna see all that shit that I
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can this curve, uh
in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slid the panties to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off
On sight, a charge I might
the box up like Mike in '97 I bite
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 to reach these heights
You gon' G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
tight, we sex again in the morning
Your breasteses is my breakfast, we in, we be all night

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