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

Girl come on, come on, girl come on
Cuz Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, baby
Im your baby, your baby, baby, your 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 need to
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 full of

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

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

Shawty Im your baby, 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,

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

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

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

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

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

(Cuz Im baby)
You need like me?
(Good luck)
Cuz he nothin' like me
(No)
You can search but you gone find
A love thats quite like
(No)

Need a man that can 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 of the pickup, clothes are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it more real
Running and laughing, blasting
Side of the road, bent crashing

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

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

This all happens on an day
Your life is the shit girl, Im here to
Never had a girl make me this way
though 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