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 commin

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

- Who's Who]
Let me take you away to (Baby)
done 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 spend the nite with you (baby)
Let me you (yeaah)
Let me kidnap you (ooohhh)

[Verse 2 -
She said her used to take her to the tropics
All of the flawless
Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he it
Now, switch the
You like the chronic or that or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless stop it
Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its logic
I put it deep in ya stomach and you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get crushed pun done it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya
to cherish you; 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 he borin' out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the ridin something 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 ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em now make em think they'll toss later
me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee 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 nolo trim's Louie bag colourful
Hah, federal is a no no
I stand you hobo's
So it the fuck up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, fianc
Need to cherish you you got more wifes than chi
So pretend like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and start this party