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

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

Met this 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 bodys a gun baby, pump me full of

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

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

Im your 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all dry, been puffin herb
If you see my mama, say a word
The cops wanna know why my words are
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
Hairspray and lip gloss

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

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