Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay on ya back, uh, take it from the
Like a bad girl to, I know you like that
Scream, wake the from they sleep
Grab the witcha teeth, wiggle ya butt cheeks

Quarter styles over ya body, you up
Treat you like a convenience store, you up
you to the balcony, pick you up
So you can at the city, while I'm diggin' ya kitty

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

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

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

We've been for a few months now
Did it all, Four Seasons to the
Beverly Hills in ya underclothes
In Paris, Eiffel Tower, bubble and showers

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

What I do know to you it don't
Whether my pockets is or fatter
Whether it's BBQ's or Mr. Child's
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
'Cause we there, no Cartier charms

you in my arms, no Sean 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 Rolls Royce, is not for
girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

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

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

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

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