Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

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

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

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

I wanna marry you, nah, I'm just
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 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 will not fill up wit the disease
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my
If my Firebird take the curve
put your ass in the damn Metro 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
a bad girl suppose to, I know you like that
Scream, the neighbors from they sleep
Grab the sheets teeth, wiggle ya butt cheeks

Quarter styles over ya body, you up
you like a convenience store, stick you up
Take you to the balcony, 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 done 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 gonna you in my Mercedes

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

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

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

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

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 know you'll be right there
'Cause we right there, no 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 take the curve
Girl put your ass in the damn bus

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

Although some may change, well, you know I never
I'ma 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