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 commin

[Verse 1 -
She said her nigga to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for and lobster (uh-huh)
her wrists out but bitch he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your lover and 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 ya space, call me up just to rock ya
Knock ya break ya off proper
Get loose ya head
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this
Poppin champagne and then some
I'm a boss like Tony and money make me handsome
The coup make them fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them jewels make them bitches pop that 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)

[Hook - Who]
Let me take you to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby where you wanna 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 the nite with 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, Gucci he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing don't stop it
of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic
I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run 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 like Free
Tits like the queen bee with like eve, Bo!
Your man a he borin' out, tourin' out
you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
And get ya wetter than wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, bang six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
it's 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 later
Take me shoppin' for and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper ain't a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya go
Pedal to the metal in stilettos
I will punch the shit out-a bitch I'm still
22 inch mo mo's them hoes is so so
Me trim's Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, niggaz is a no no
I stand you hobo's
So it the fuck 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
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump this party