Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

1 - Yukmouth]
She her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her out but bitch he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your 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 niggaz jock ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like that stalk ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I ya space, call me up just to rock ya
Knock ya boots break ya off
Get ya head doctor
Let me kidnap you, hold you for
No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and then
I'm a boss Tony Dense and money make me handsome
The coup make wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them jewels make bitches pop that coochie like glue
So what you wan do? Barbeque a do?
wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook - 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 wanna do (c'mon baby you want)
I jus spend the nite with you (baby)
Let me you (yeaah)
Let me you tonite (ooohhh)

[Verse 2 -
She said her nigga used to 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 you dancing topless don't stop it
Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only
I put it in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get crushed like pun it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya
Need to cherish you got an ass like Beyonce
A face like Mya a body Free
like the queen bee with tattoos like 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 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 for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll later
Take me for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a
I the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in Gucci
I will punch the shit out-a bitch I'm ghetto
22 inch mo mo's other hoes is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful
Hah, federal is a no no
I can't stand you
So step it the fuck up if doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, wife, your fianc
Need to cherish you you got more wifes than chi
So let's like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start party