Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
Yeh

Y'all think they can 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, come on
Cuz Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby

Met little girl, she was off the hook
I got chills when 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 with my head, want a to beg
Sexy pumps on, red
Your bodys a gun baby, me full of lead

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

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

Shawty Im baby, your 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 Hip-Hop and R&B
Her time goal is to be on TV
She looking for a man that give her a break
Like or Justin Timberlake

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

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

Bought her some dessert, mother fuck its its
Head around like roller derby
Everything her says you dont deserve 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, your baby,

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

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

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

Mouth all dry, 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 baby? 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 girl, Im here to stay
Never had a girl make me feel way
though I had to pay

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