Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

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

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

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga used to her to the tropics
All of the flawless
Prada boots he copped it, Gucci he copped it
Now, switch the
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 logic
I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum it
The pun ani get like pun done 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 tattoos eve, Bo!
Your man a he borin' out, tourin' out
you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
And get ya than rain wen its pourin'
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 they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper ain't a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back is where ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in stilettos
I will punch the shit out-a bitch I'm 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 stand you
So step it the up if your doe low
hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fianc
Need to cherish you you got more wifes than chi
So let's pretend like we got nobody
hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party