Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

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

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

What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so today
Ankle bracelet wrapped your leg
have a seat, complimentary drinks is on me
Bartender, Chevalier at table three
rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name sugar? Cash Hawkins
complexion gives a reflection of
Sometime a woman just need to be loved
and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the to that five?
Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of
Wish I would've bumped your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you working at a law firm, on Fifth
Three blocks from the Gucci is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all older woman, who's happy living
kids and, keep all our business in the crib and
And not afraid to die with me the God on your
We holding hands til death do us apart and we slide
in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a thousand times maybe tonight
Yo you sexy motherfucker, what's the recipe?
You make a wanna god damn!
Can you cook At the stove you're evolving
macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving
Here take my number let me pull the chair from
I had fun plus your backyard with thunder