Luyện nghe bài hát Take You Home

Yeah, F A B O L O U S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah,
(If I take you home, will you still be my baby?)

You gotta love the way playa be minglin'
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't a thing and
That nigga got you to the H N O. Kingsten
I'm limbos, lay on the wingfin'
By the way I be blingin', the pay I bring in
spendin' a day with the kingpin?
Answer your cell, all day it been
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to

Them hips and tips, the way be swingin'
The way the be jinglin', stay till the spring and
Know I you out, the way that you drinkin'
And don't be cabby, the yay I be slingin'
Ma, I'm you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you be
Yea, you A G, the type that ryde them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the v, I

I if I take you home
you still be my thug baby?
Because I one tonight
I wonder if I you home
you still be my thug baby?
Because I one tonight

Allright,
You just gotta patient boo
I'm a make sho to you
Where you dream a vacation to
You can push the station through
I'm a sit in the passanger, and rock 2
How the you have been tweekin' out?
How you been sneekin Spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin' that

You probably be fakin' you came and you ain't even nut
Miss pipe you till you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for yo struck
Wherever you I'm a rub it down
I be to smack it up, flip it in public now
I how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I how to keep you stylin'
I know how to keep you smilin' if I you home, let's go

I wonder if I you home
Would you still be my baby?
I need one tonight
I if I take you home
you still be my thug baby?
Because I one tonight

I think it's just ladies smilley
I'm in with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy caddy
I like 'em deepcut, bust, crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they daddy
I'm the one that make it real
For you to just like he hot, like he lil' weezy
I ain't gon never make you feel
And I'm a put the roof up on the if it feel breezy

I love the way you and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up I work the middle
Already me how you strictly be with 'em
Now I'ma you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget 'em
I'm young, but know have you in a bungalow
Fillin' stomach with Cris, your lungz with Dro
I'll you sprung fa sho
It ain't gon' be no limit where your tongue will go, ya me?

I wonder if I you home
Would you be my thug baby?
Because I need one
I if I take you home
Would you still be my thug
Because I one tonight

If I you home