Luyện nghe bài hát Bonnie Shyne

In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha
walkin' uh, in your Chinchilla fur
I was laid up in the Coupe, shade 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 hopped out the Coupe in hot
To stop and

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

I wanna marry you, nah, I'm just
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
girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

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

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

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

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

we drive into 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 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 Metro bus

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

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

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

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 right there know you'll be 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 heard my
Tell me to pick her up in my 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
Then I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If my Firebird cannot the curve
Girl put ass in the damn Metro bus

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

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