Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

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

A bit of Mac lip gloss, hair in a bun well done
for a ring, I seen none
So I out the Coupe in hot pursuit
To and introduce

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

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

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

I'm gettin' closer, my days is over
Well, not completely
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 suppose to, I know you like that
Scream, wake the from they sleep
Grab the sheets witcha teeth, wiggle ya cheeks

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

Then we into the sunset, pull over
Get up on the hood ma, I done yet, 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 girl I'm gonna take you in my
If my Firebird cannot the curve
Girl put your ass in the damn bus

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

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

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

Even if the paragraphs, didn't hit the charts and
If my car was a train on the or back
I think you'd be right there know be right there
'Cause we right there, no Cartier

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

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

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

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

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

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