Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
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Y'all think can handle this one man?

Call the radio and tell 'em this your
This your song, this your song, this your song, this your

Girl come on, girl on, girl come on
Cuz Im your baby, your baby, baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your

Met this girl, she was off the hook
I got cold when her body shook
Hot sex on the platter, no to cook
I let her steal my heart a horny crook

Had her and winding against my leg
She with my head, want a nigga to beg
Sexy pumps on, red
Your bodys a gun baby, me full of lead

It hard to hold you when you vulgar
sign on your eyes like John Travolta
My pulp ain't fiction, an addiction
To see your booty on the floor in the kitchen

girl, taught me all the lingo
While mama bingo, she ride Mandingo
She dont give a if Im married or single
She me tingle

Shawty Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby,

She likes and R&B
Her time goal is to be on TV
She looking for a man that could her a break
Like Usher or Justin

Im really not if her breasts are fake
Cuz wit whipped cream on em, taste just like cake
We drink some beer, inside of '64
She shot me in the with Cupids arrow

We finished the 6-pac, she pushed the seat
Pulled up her dress n she let me eat
Im drunk as a skunk, feeling all
Truck bathroom at 7:30

Bought her some dessert, mother fuck its its
Head spinnin around like roller
Everything her says you dont deserve me
I hope Im

Cuz Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, baby, yeah

(Cuz Im baby)
You need like me?
(Good luck)
Cuz he ain't nothin' me
(No)
You can search but you never gone
A thats quite like mine
(No)

Need a man that can you good
And treat you he should
With me shawty you the
He might be but he aint like this
Cuz Im your

In the of the pickup, clothes are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it more real
Running and laughing, music
Side of the road, bent over

all dry, been puffin herb
If you see my mama, dont say a
The cops wanna know why my are slurred
ask me officer, ask her

Want another drink baby? She like,
hit the club? She like, I dont curr
She all in the rearview her hurr
and lip gloss everywhurr

This all happens on an day
Your is the shit girl, Im here to stay
Never had a girl make me this way
Even I had to pay

Shawty Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, yeah