Luyện nghe bài hát Kidnap U

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

[Verse 1 -
She her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her out but bitch he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your friend your lover and your father
The baller, I'll be the to fuck you in the prowler (that's right)
Huh, I ain't gon call ya them niggaz that jock ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like niggaz that ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I ya space, call me up just to rock ya
Knock ya break ya off proper
Get ya head doctor
Let me you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me
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 wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook - Who]
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 wanna do (c'mon baby you want)
I jus wanna spend the 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 diamonds
Prada boots he copped it, shoes he copped it
Now, the topic
You like the chronic or hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you topless don't stop 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
to cherish you; you got an ass like Beyonce
A face like Mya a like Free
Tits like the queen bee tattoos like eve, Bo!
man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the ridin something foreign
And get ya wetter than wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, till six in the mornin'!

[Verse 3 -
it's the heartbreaker, Mac makeup and Marc
Jacob at the paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll toss
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las
I cause Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in Gucci
I will punch the out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's them other is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag logo's
Hah, niggaz is a no no
I can't stand you
So it the fuck up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your
Need to you you got more wifes than libera chi
So let's pretend we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this