Luyện nghe bài hát Baby Blue

Why you always all on my
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 that crib and never foot in
And now somebody else is all the pudding
Things change, now my wooden
All Benz, like a young Doc Gooden
shades, cause I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, playing on my phone, baby
All childish attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant five Brazilians
were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt in the Lamborghini
And motherfuckers see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I the shit look easy
Who would've thought I hit you back?

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

So many wanna call me baby
And you wonder why the that I ain't call you lately
would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh
Others hate, but I don't give 'em no breath
Go on a date, I'm at the crib the chef and uh, that's me
And you could whatever
The is white snake and underwear sauce
You could probably catch me somewhere the sun is next
And I understand only cause I'm popular
I'm getting off in the front row of the opera
As Bocelli sings the celly
I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed king
I'm not flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is
I know the 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 do me like that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm you?
Baby I'm blue

I hope you get a cut on your tongue
a razor in a paper cup
I hope every soda you drink shaken up
I your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun
I hope your titties all saggy in your early
I there's always snow in your driveway
I hope you get off Fridays
And you work at a Friday's that's busy on Fridays
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 jacket get stuck
And your short, and your charger don't work
And you spill shit on shirt
I your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how changed my locks to a fade
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 that?
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with
girl I'm blue

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