Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

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

Socializing, vibing with my on Dot
She this book lady that be blowing up the spot
While my heart was racing, like the hands on the
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 softer Camay too
hairdo way more class than Halle Berry
Caught visions of me and you on the ferry
Plus your daughter Kiki to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach the cherry
I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds
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 grab the hand set her in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one
Black to brother
I'm thinking all the time how she could be my

What's happening brown Say you look so good today
Ankle wrapped around your leg
Here a seat, complimentary drinks is on me
Bartender, Chevalier at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes
your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your gives a reflection of
Sometime a black just need to be loved
and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that
Just baby, I have a sharp sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped into your frame a lot
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty
Half Hawaiian a slight touch of Chinese
you working at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into woman, who's happy living
Love 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
Earring in the side of your nose love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a thousand times tonight though
Yo you motherfucker, damn what's the recipe?
You make a nigga god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the stove you're
Baked macaroni, wings, a nigga starving
Here take my number let me pull the from under
I had fun plus backyard speak with thunder