Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the deal
nothing I'm just hibernating, love that watch
Pour me some Scotch and cold
No doubt, have a chair Boo get to pollying
Who you with? Me and Molly and some who's Yugoslavian
What is that? It's only wool and Rayon
crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on
I'm getting tipsy, I she read cocks like a gypsy
And transporting bricks stealing fifties
Fuck negotiating, is you me is you waiting
Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you eat turkey bacon
I don't get 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 change I only fuck for figaro
Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on
Assistant manager in

Socializing, vibing my eyes on Dot
She this book cover that be blowing up the spot
While my heart was racing, like the on the clock
I step live I she see me putting out the pot
Peace Dot, I'm so to see you at the rendezvous
How's life today your are softer than Camay too
Your way more class than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you on the ferry
your daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach with the
I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds
She elegant, eyes, glasses, intelligent
Whispered in my ear that she's
Whispered back to her ear we don't to go there
As I grab the hand set her in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one
Black sister to
I'm all the time how she could be my lover

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