Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Blue

Why you always all on my
Why you do me like that?
Why you gotta act a bitch when I'm with you?
girl I'm blue

Because you treat me like
I paid for the bed and even slept in it
I paid for that crib and never stepped in
And now somebody is eating all the pudding
Things change, now my wooden
All black Benz, like a Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm stone
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone,
All your childish attempts to make me fall short
Which fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm brilliant with five Brazilians
There times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the
And can't see me
Wait this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you back?

Why you always all on my
Why you gotta do me that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with
Baby girl I'm

So many women wanna call me
And you wonder why the fuck I ain't call you lately
Some would say that I'm the for sex and uh
Others would hate, but I give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the and uh, that's me
And you order whatever
The is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me where the sun is next
And I understand only cause I'm popular
I'm getting topped off in the front row of the
As Bocelli the celly rings
I gotta go, never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous
Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the

Why you all on my back?
Why you gotta do me like
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with
girl I'm blue

I hope you get a cut on your tongue
From a razor in a cup
I every soda you drink already shaken up
I your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope titties all saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's always snow in your
I you never get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always on Fridays
I hope you win the lottery and lose ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in kitchen
I hope the zipper on your get stuck
And your headphones short, and your charger don't
And you shit on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can in your face
Cut my losses, how changed my locks to a fade
I hope you happy, I you happy
I hope you this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh

Why you all on my back?
Why you do me like that?
Why you gotta act a bitch when I'm with you?
Baby I'm blue

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