Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
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think they can handle this one man?

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

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

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

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

It to hold you when you movin' vulgar
Peace sign on your eyes like John
My pulp fiction, it's an addiction
To see your booty on the floor in the kitchen

Nasty girl, me all the lingo
mama play bingo, she ride Mandingo
She give a damn if Im married or single
She me tingle

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

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

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

We the 6-pac, she pushed the seat back
up her dress n she let me eat that
Im drunk as a skunk, all dirty
stop bathroom at 7:30

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

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

(Cuz Im baby)
You need somethin' me?
(Good luck)
Cuz he nothin' like me
(No)
You can search but you never find
A love quite like mine
(No)

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

In the back of the pickup, clothes are up
She see my wheels, it gets more real
Running and laughing, blasting
Side of the road, bent over

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

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

This all on an average day
Your life is the shit girl, Im here to
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 your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, yeah