Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

1 - Yukmouth]
She said her nigga to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for shrimp and (uh-huh)
Rock her out but bitch he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best your lover and your father
The baller, I'll be the first to you in the prowler (that's right)
Huh, I ain't gon call ya like niggaz that jock ya
Bitch I gon follow ya like niggaz that stalk ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I give ya space, me up just to rock ya
Knock ya boots ya off proper
Get loose ya 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 them wanna fuck a on the fluke
And them jewels make them bitches pop that like glue
So you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?
I'll through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

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

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga to take her to the tropics
All of the flawless
Prada boots he copped it, Gucci he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or that or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless don't it
Dropping of chronic, hypnotic its only logic
I put it in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get like 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 like
Tits like the queen bee with tattoos eve, Bo!
Your man a geek he out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something
And get ya wetter than rain wen its
I bang, bang, till six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
Well the heartbreaker, Mac makeup and Marc
Jacob at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll toss
me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the 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 them other hoes is so so
Me nolo Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, niggaz is a no no
I can't stand you
So step it the up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, fianc
Need to cherish you you got more than libera chi
So let's like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start party