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?
Baby girl I'm

Because you treat me like
I paid for the bed and never slept in it
I paid for that crib and never foot in
And now somebody else is eating all the
Things change, now my dashboard
All black Benz, like a Doc Gooden
Dark shades, I'm stone crazy
Girl, we grown, stop on my phone, baby
All your childish attempts to make me fall short
only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with Brazilians
There were times I to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt in the Lamborghini
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 always all on my
Why you gotta do me like
Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm you?
Baby girl I'm

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

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

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

Why you all on my back?
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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