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
at cha face just pure wit no makeup

A bit of Mac lip gloss, hair in a bun well done
Lookin' for a ring, I none
So I hopped out the Coupe in hot
To stop and

Like, I'm Shyne and you? You're my
And you're diamond cluster, too much just to 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 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 up wit the disease
girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my cannot take the curve
Girl put your ass in the Metro bus

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

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

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

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

On the telephone, she my voice
me to pick 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 fill up wit the
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my
If my cannot take the curve
Girl put ass in the damn Metro bus

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

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

What I do know to you it matter
my pockets is slim 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 and smash
If my car was a on the surface or back
I think you'd be there know you'll 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 my voice
Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls
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
girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my Firebird cannot the curve
Girl put your ass in the damn bus

So I from my tonic and I take one sip
Should've me 'cause I gallop like a horse'll get whipped
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
Always be there, be for me

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