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 song, this your song, this your song, this your song

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

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

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

It hard to hold you you movin' vulgar
Peace sign on eyes like John Travolta
My pulp ain't fiction, it's an
To see your booty clap on the in the kitchen

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

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

She Hip-Hop and R&B
Her time goal is to be on TV
She looking for a man could give her a break
Like or Justin Timberlake

Im really not sure if her breasts are
Cuz wit whipped cream on em, they taste like cake
We some beer, inside of daddy's '64
She me in the back with Cupids arrow

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

Bought her dessert, mother fuck its its early
Head around like roller derby
Everything about her says you dont me
I hope Im

Cuz shawty Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
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 gone find
A love thats quite mine
(No)

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

In the back of the pickup, are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it gets real
Running and laughing, music
Side of the road, bent crashing

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

Want drink baby? She like, Sure
Wanna hit the club? She like, I dont
She all in the rearview her hurr
Hairspray and lip gloss

This all happens on an day
Your life is the girl, Im here to stay
had a girl make me feel this way
Even I had to pay

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