Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk In Love (Remix)

[Intro: Waro]
Kinm in kalot Mandela
la pa mèt dan la gèl banna
Twé la pèt

Beyonce]
We be all

[Verse 1: West]
Woo! You never need another lover
Woo! Cause you a and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the cummin'
I'm pa rum pa pum all on your stomach
Yeah, tonight I see some freaky hoes
That could go from bein' stripper to a CEO
I don't the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you told your girlfriends you need you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you need nobody else
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need help
Let me remind you, you got a, you got a great future you
You tell me what we tryna do
I ain't no pastor, do missionary
I good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
I know them haters talkin', always had us wary
Yup! On the of Nevuary
Yup! You the way I'm turnt
After all the money you earned, still daddy what you learned
That cowgirl, you that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl,
That's when I knew you be my spouse, girl
We fuckin' all over the house, girl, we just up a brand new couch, girl
You ain't on then you on Skype
I put you on bike, you bound, girl
We too wild, won't turn
We drunk in love, fuck

[Verse 2:
been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when liquor get into me
I've thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you,
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you,
Cigars on ice, on ice
Feeling like an animal with these all in my grill
lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded-faded, baby, I you, na-na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I you, na-na
Drunk in love, I you

We woke up in the kitchen
"How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh baby, in love
We be all night, thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grinding up in club, drunk in love

We be all night, love,
We be all night, love,

[Verse 3:
We be all night, and all right
No complaints from my body, so under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he it up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my toys
Then I fill the tub up then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard,
on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on
Big body Benz serving all this, swerve, surfing all in good-good

[Bridge +

4: Jay Z]
Hold up, that D'ussé is the shit if I do say so
If I do say so myself, if I do say so
Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to up all that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that Third, I wanna see all that that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer, up my Warhol
Slid the panties to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off
On sight, catch a I might
Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I
I'm Ike Turner, up, baby, no, I don't play
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae said, "Eat the cake, Mae!"
I'm nice, for y'all to reach heights
You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6
tight, we sex again in the morning
Your is my breakfast, we going in, we be all night

I'm never tired, tired
I been sippin', that's the only
That's keeping me on fire, we on
Didn't mean to spill liquor all on my attire
I've been drinking,
I want body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
Can't keep your off my fatty, daddy, I want you