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 take you on a lil' adventure, ya (Yeaaaaaaaaaah)
Aiight I'm round

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

[Hook - Who's
Let me you away to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby where you wanna be (ooh yeah)
Let me you.
Let me you tonite (c'mon baby)
Do everything you do (c'mon baby whatever you want)
I jus wanna spend the 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 he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or that or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless don't it
of that 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 got an ass like Beyonce
A face like Mya a body Free
Tits like the bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something
And get ya than rain 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 and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I em floss now make em think they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and in Las Vegas
I cause Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
Pedal to the in Gucci stilettos
I will the shit out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo them other hoes is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag logo's
Hah, federal 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 cherish you you got wifes than libera chi
So pretend like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start party