Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

In front of in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl
walkin' uh, in your Chinchilla fur
I was laid up in the Coupe, back up
Lookin' at cha just pure wit no makeup

A little bit of Mac lip gloss, in a bun well done
Lookin' for a ring, I seen
So I hopped out the Coupe in hot
To stop and

Like, I'm Shyne and you? my destiny
And you're diamond cluster, too much just to ya
Perfume, to ya structure
Think I'll wait, the second night to fuck ya

I wanna marry you, nah, I'm playin'
But we can start wit a few nights, out in
Surfin', be layin' up on
Here's my put in ya purse and call me

On the telephone, she heard my
Tell me to pick her up in my Royce
If my Royce, is not for ladies
girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

If my Mercedes will not fill up wit the
girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my cannot take the curve
Girl put ass in the damn Metro bus

I'm gettin' closer, my player days is
Well, maybe not
But still and all, come here, rest ya on my bed
And let me get ya legs

Lay on ya back, uh, it from the back
Like a bad girl suppose to, I know you that
Scream, wake the neighbors from they
Grab the sheets witcha teeth, wiggle ya butt

styles over ya body, lick you up
Treat you a convenience store, stick you up
Take you to the balcony, you up
So you can look at the city, while I'm ya kitty

Then we drive into the sunset, over
Get up on the ma, I ain't done yet, uh

On the telephone, she my voice
Tell me to her up in my Rolls Royce
If my Rolls Royce, is not for
Then girl, I'm gonna you in my Mercedes

If my will not fill up wit the disease
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my
If my cannot take the curve
Girl put ass in the damn Metro bus

been together for a few months now
Did it all, Four Seasons to the
Beverly Hills bungalows in ya
In Paris, Eiffel Tower, baths and showers

In a Silindo sheen, sincere is what you
See me flip a things, load up magazines
And I, I think you might be the right one, whoa, the one
Wait the brakes, gotta investigate

What I do to you it don't matter
Whether my pockets is or fatter
it's BBQ's or Mr. Child's platter
Even if I slip off the success

Even if the paragraphs, hit the charts and smash
If my car was a train on the surface or
I think you'd be right there know be right there
we right there, no Cartier charms

Just you in my arms, no Don
Just a of Evian, c'mon, uh

On the telephone, she heard my
Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls
If my Royce, is not for ladies
Then girl, I'm gonna you in my Mercedes

If my will not fill up wit the disease
Then I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my cannot take the curve
put your ass in the damn Metro bus

So I draw from my tonic and I one sip
Should've seen me 'cause I gallop like a get whipped
quick yeah, come quick, whoa
'Cause you I and not another

Although some may change, well, you I will never
I'ma love, love, love, love, you forever, oh I
Always be for me
Always be there, be for me

Oh, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah,
Oh
For me, for me