Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the Goldilocks?
Ain't nothing I'm just hibernating, love that
Pour me some Scotch and Courvoisier
No doubt, a chair Boo lets get to pollying
Who you with? Me and Molly and some trick who's
fabric is that? It's only wool and Rayon
Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit on
I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read like a gypsy
And transporting stealing many fifties
negotiating, is you with me is you waiting
Sweet as carrot cake, faking you don't eat turkey bacon
I get down like that, I don't get down neither
links skeezer, why you acting like a rap teaser
I'm like the exchange plus a range
Nigga you small I only fuck for figaro chains
Analyzing Miss Clairol, down, mascara on
manager in Paragon

Socializing, with my eyes on Dot
She this book cover lady that be up the spot
While my heart was racing, like the on the clock
I step I think she see me putting out the pot
Peace Dot, I'm so to see you at the rendezvous
How's life your hands are softer than Camay too
Your hairdo way more than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you on the ferry
your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry
I me a Sex on the Beach with the cherry
I order her a on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses,
in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don't to go there
As I the hand set her politely in the chair
As we stopped to at one another
Black to brother
I'm thinking all the how she could be my lover

What's happening sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle wrapped around your leg
Here have a seat, complimentary is on me
Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at three
rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to five?
Just joking baby, I have a sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped your frame a lot sooner
What's physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian with a touch of Chinese
Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth
Three blocks from the spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, happy living
Love kids and, keep all our business in the and
And not to die with me the God on your side
We hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a thousand times maybe tonight
Yo you motherfucker, damn what's the recipe?
You make a nigga god damn!
Can you darling? At the stove you're evolving
Baked macaroni, wings, a nigga starving
Here my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your speak with thunder