Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

In of Gucci 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, hair in a bun done
for a ring, I seen none
So I out the Coupe in hot pursuit
To stop and

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

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

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

If my will not fill up wit the disease
girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my Firebird cannot take the
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 between ya

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

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 look at the city, while I'm diggin' ya

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

On the telephone, she heard my
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 Mercedes will not up wit the disease
Then I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
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, Four Seasons to the
Beverly bungalows in ya underclothes
In Paris, Eiffel Tower, bubble and showers

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

What I do know to you it don't
Whether my pockets is slim or
Whether it's or Mr. Child's platter
if I slip off the success ladder

Even if the paragraphs, didn't hit the and smash
If my car was a train on the surface or
I think you'd be right there know you'll be right
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 Royce
If my Rolls Royce, is not for
girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

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

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

Although may change, well, you know I will never
love, 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