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 I'm blue

Because you me like shit
I for the bed and never even slept 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, like a Doc Gooden
Dark shades, cause I'm crazy
Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone,
All your attempts to make me angry fall short
Which only fuels the rage you have, you have nothing
Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five
were times I used to hide my feelings
Now I'm butt naked in the
And motherfuckers see me
Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look
Who would've thought I hit you right

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

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
Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no
Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the and uh, that's me
And you could order
The specialty is white snake and underwear
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 Bocelli the celly rings
I gotta go, you'll know how good it feels to lay in bed with king
I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, like a horse is
I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people
Still I'm on the back of the boat taking with the swordfish

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

I you get a paper cut on your tongue
a razor in a paper cup
I hope soda you drink already shaken up
I hope 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 hope you never get off
And you work at a Friday's always busy 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 work
And you spill on your shirt
I hope tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face
Cut my losses, how changed my locks to a fade
I you happy, I hope you happy
I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I you happy, igh

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

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