Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

1 - Yukmouth]
She said her nigga used to her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your and your 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 jock ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like niggaz that ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I give ya space, call me up to rock ya
Knock ya break ya off proper
Get loose ya doctor
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or just fuckin' to this anthem
Poppin bottles and then some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and make me handsome
The coup make them wanna a nigga on the fluke
And them jewels them bitches pop that coochie like glue
So what you wan do? Barbeque a do?
I'll wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the deal (Whooo oh oh)

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

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga used to her to the tropics
All of the diamonds
Prada he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless don't it
Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only
I put it in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get crushed pun done it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya
Need to cherish you; you got an ass Beyonce
A face like Mya a body Free
Tits the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
Your man a geek he borin' out, out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something
And get ya than rain wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, till six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
it's the heartbreaker, Mac makeup and Marc
Jacob at the large and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think toss later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las
I cause paper Nyce-tee a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in Gucci
I punch the shit out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's them hoes is so so
Me nolo Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, federal is a no no
I stand you hobo's
So step it the up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your
Need to cherish you you got more wifes libera chi
So let's like we both got nobody
hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party