Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

Hey girl what you (Wooooooh)
You (ooohhh)
Well let a nigga come you, ya dig?" (ohhhh)
Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure, ya (Yeaaaaaaaaaah)
I'm commin round

[Verse 1 -
She said her used to scoop her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but bitch he a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your lover and father
The baller, I'll be the to fuck you in the prowler (that's right)
Huh, I ain't gon call ya like them niggaz that ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like that stalk ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I give ya space, call me up to rock ya
Knock ya boots break ya off
Get ya head doctor
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and some
I'm a like Tony Dense and money make me handsome
The coup make wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them jewels make them bitches pop coochie like glue
So what you wan do? Barbeque a do?
I'll wheel through; you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook - Who's
Let me take you to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby done where you be (ooh yeah)
Let me you.
Let me you tonite (c'mon baby)
Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby you want)
I jus wanna the nite with you (baby)
Let me you (yeaah)
Let me you tonite (ooohhh)

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga used to take her to the
All of the flawless
Prada boots he copped it, shoes he copped it
Now, switch the
You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it
I have you dancing topless stop it
Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its logic
I put it deep in ya stomach and you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get crushed like pun it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya
Need to you; you got an ass like Beyonce
A face like Mya a body like
Tits like the queen bee with like eve, Bo!
Your man a he borin' out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning something foreign
And get ya wetter rain wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, bang six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
Well it's the heartbreaker, Mac and Marc
Jacob at the large paper and ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and in Las Vegas
I cause Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I drive the the back seat is where ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in stilettos
I punch the shit out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's them other is so so
Me nolo Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, federal is a no no
I can't you hobo's
So step it the up if your doe low
Your hoe, bitch, your wife, your fianc
Need to cherish you you got more wifes libera chi
So let's pretend like we both got
hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party