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, shade up
Lookin' at cha face just pure wit no

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

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

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

On the telephone, she my voice
Tell me to her up in my Rolls Royce
If my Royce, is not for ladies
girl, I'm gonna 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 cannot take the curve
Girl put your ass in the damn bus

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

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

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

Then we drive into the sunset, pull
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 Rolls
If my Rolls Royce, is not for
Then girl, I'm take you in my Mercedes

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

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

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

What I do know to you it matter
my pockets is slim or fatter
Whether it's BBQ's or Mr. Child's
Even if I off the success ladder

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

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

On the telephone, she heard my
Tell me to her up in my Rolls Royce
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 girl I'm take you in my Firebird
If my cannot take 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 get whipped
Come quick yeah, come quick,
'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