Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the deal
Ain't nothing I'm just hibernating, love that
me some Scotch and cold Courvoisier
No doubt, a chair Boo lets get to pollying
Who you with? Me and Molly and trick who's Yugoslavian
What fabric is that? It's only and Rayon
Lipstick crayon, fly 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
as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I get down like that, I don't get down neither
Cuban links skeezer, why you acting a rap teaser
I'm the jewelry exchange plus a range
Nigga you small change I only for figaro chains
Miss Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on
Assistant manager in

Socializing, with my eyes on Dot
She this book cover lady that be blowing up the
While my heart was racing, the hands on the clock
I step I think she see me putting 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 class Halle Berry
Caught of me and you riding on the ferry
Plus your daughter talk to my man Merry
I order me a Sex on the Beach the cherry
I order her a Vermidi on ice, nice
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses,
Whispered in my ear that celibate
Whispered back to her ear we have to go there
As I grab the set her politely in the chair
As we to stare at one another
Black to brother
I'm all the time how she could be my lover

What's happening brown sugar? Say you look so today
Ankle bracelet around your leg
Here have a seat, drinks is on me
Bartender, Chevalier at table three
rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash
complexion gives a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just to be loved
Quiet and shy, girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the to that five?
Just joking baby, I a sharp sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty
Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of
Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's 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 side of your nose love my combo
Should have left my Wis' a times maybe tonight though
Yo you sexy motherfucker, damn the recipe?
You make a wanna god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the stove you're
Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga
Here my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun your backyard speak with thunder