Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
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Y'all they can handle this one man?

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

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

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

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

Nasty girl, me all the lingo
While 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, baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im baby, your baby, yeah

She likes and R&B
Her life goal is to be on TV
She looking for a man that could give her a
Usher or Justin Timberlake

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the of the pickup, clothes are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it 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 know why my words are slurred
ask me officer, ask her

Want another baby? She like, Sure
Wanna hit the She like, I dont curr
She all in the rearview her hurr
Hairspray and lip everywhurr

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

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