Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Blue

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

Because you treat me like
I paid for the bed and never even in it
I paid for crib and never stepped foot in
And now somebody else is all the pudding
Things change, now my dashboard
All black Benz, a young Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm crazy
Girl, we grown, stop on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to me angry fall short
only 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
'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you right

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

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

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

I you get a paper cut on your tongue
From a razor in a cup
I hope every soda you drink shaken up
I hope your dreams dry like in the baking sun
I hope your all saggy in your early 20's
I hope there's snow in your driveway
I hope you get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on
I you win the lottery and lose your ticket
I hope it's Ben and Socrates all up in your kitchen
I hope the zipper on your get stuck
And your headphones short, and your don't work
And you spill on your shirt
I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in face
Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a
I hope you happy, I hope you
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I you happy, igh

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

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