Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the deal
Ain't nothing I'm just hibernating, that watch
me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier
No doubt, have a Boo lets get to pollying
Who you with? Me and and some trick who's Yugoslavian
What fabric is that? It's only and Rayon
Lipstick crayon, fly spray on
I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a
And transporting bricks many fifties
negotiating, is you with me is you waiting
Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat bacon
I get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban links skeezer, why you acting like a rap
I'm like the jewelry exchange a range
you small change I only fuck for figaro chains
Analyzing Miss Clairol, down, mascara on
Assistant in Paragon

Socializing, with my eyes on Dot
She this book cover lady that be up the spot
While my heart was racing, the hands 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 hairdo way class than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you on the ferry
Plus daughter Kiki talk to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach with the
I her a Vermidi on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, eyes, glasses, intelligent
Whispered in my ear she's celibate
back to her ear we don't have to go there
As I grab the hand set her in the chair
As we to stare at one another
sister to brother
I'm all the time 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, drinks is on me
Bartender, Chevalier at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes
What's your name sugar? Juanita Hawkins
Your complexion a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just need to be
Quiet and shy, baby my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to five?
Just baby, I have a sharp sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty
Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of
you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all older woman, who's happy living
Love kids and, keep all our business in the and
And not afraid to die with me the God on side
We hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose my combo
have left my Wis' a thousand times maybe tonight though
Yo you sexy motherfucker, damn the recipe?
You make a nigga god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the stove evolving
macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starving
Here take my number let me pull the from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak thunder