Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

1 - Yukmouth]
She said her nigga used to her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain't a
Yukmouth your best friend your 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, me up just to rock ya
Knock ya break ya off proper
Get ya head doctor
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and make me handsome
The coup make them fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them make them bitches pop that coochie like glue
So what you wan do? Barbeque a do?
I'll wheel through; you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook - Who]
Let me take you away to (Baby)
Baby done where you 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 with you (baby)
Let me you (yeaah)
Let me you tonite (ooohhh)

2 - Yukmouth]
She said her nigga used to 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 you dancing topless don't stop it
Dropping of 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 like pun it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya
Need to cherish you; you got an ass like
A face like Mya a like Free
Tits like the bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
Your man a geek he out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning something foreign
And get ya than rain wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, till six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
Well it's the heartbreaker, Mac and Marc
Jacob at the paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now em think they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las
I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a
I drive the Benzo the back seat is 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 Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, niggaz 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 cherish you you got more than libera chi
So let's pretend like we both got
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump this party