Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

[Verse 1 -
She said her used to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for shrimp and (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but bitch he a mobster
Yukmouth your friend your lover 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 that jock ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like 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, hold you for
No holdin' hands or romancin' just to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and 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 that coochie like
So you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?
I'll wheel through; you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

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Let me you away to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby 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 wanna spend the nite you (baby)
Let me you (yeaah)
Let me you tonite (ooohhh)

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga to take her to the tropics
All of the diamonds
Prada boots he copped it, shoes he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you topless don't stop it
Dropping of that chronic, 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 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 foreign
And get ya wetter than wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, bang six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
Well it's the heartbreaker, Mac makeup and
Jacob at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss (???)
I em floss now make em think they'll toss later
Take me for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back is where ya friends go
to the metal in Gucci stilettos
I will punch the shit bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo them other hoes is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful
Hah, niggaz is a no no
I can't stand you
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 we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump this party