Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

[Verse 1 -
She her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but 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 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
ya boots break ya off proper
Get loose ya doctor
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and then
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money me handsome
The coup them wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them make them bitches pop that coochie like glue
So you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?
I'll through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook - Who's
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 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 used to take her to the tropics
All of the flawless
Prada boots he copped it, Gucci he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it
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 like pun done 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 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 something
And get ya wetter than wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, till 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 player (???)
I em floss now make em think they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is ya friends go
Pedal to the 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 you hobo's
So step it the up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, fianc
Need to you you got more wifes than libera chi
So let's pretend like we got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start party