Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

1 - Yukmouth]
She said her nigga to scoop her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain't a
your best friend 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 ya like them niggaz that jock ya
I ain't gon follow ya like niggaz that stalk ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to ya
Knock ya boots ya off proper
Get loose ya doctor
Let me kidnap you, you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to anthem
Poppin champagne and then some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me
The coup make them 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 steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

- Who's Who]
Let me take you to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby done you wanna be (ooh yeah)
Let me you.
Let me you tonite (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 you tonite (ooohhh)

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

[Verse 3 -
Well the heartbreaker, Mac makeup and Marc
Jacob at the large paper and spill ya for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll toss
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las
I paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I drive the the back seat is where ya friends go
to the metal in Gucci stilettos
I will punch the out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's other hoes is so so
Me trim's Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, federal is a no no
I stand you hobo's
So step it the fuck up if doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, fianc
Need to you you got more wifes than libera chi
So let's pretend like we got nobody
Let's hop in the and jump start this party