Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
Yeh

Y'all think they can 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 baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, baby

Met this little girl, she was off the
I got cold chills when her body
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
Sexy pumps on, red
Your bodys a gun baby, pump me of lead

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

Nasty girl, taught me all the
While play bingo, she ride Mandingo
She dont give a damn if Im or single
She makes me

Shawty Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
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 looking for a man could give her a break
Like or Justin Timberlake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all happens on an average day
Your life is the girl, Im here to stay
Never had a girl make me this way
Even I had to pay

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