Luyện nghe bài hát Camay

You how we do!

Yo, what's the deal
Ain't nothing I'm 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 fabric is that? It's wool and Rayon
crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on
I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read 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 don't get down like that, I don't get neither
Cuban links skeezer, why you like a rap teaser
I'm like the exchange plus a range
Nigga you small change I only fuck for figaro
Analyzing Miss Clairol, Fendi down, on
manager in Paragon

Socializing, vibing with my on Dot
She this book cover lady be blowing up the spot
While my was racing, like the hands on the clock
I step live I she see me putting out the pot
Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous
How's today your hands are softer than Camay too
Your hairdo way more class than Berry
Caught of me and you riding on the ferry
Plus your 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, pretty eyes, glasses,
in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don't to go there
As I grab the hand set her politely in the
As we stopped to at one another
Black to brother
I'm thinking all the time how she could be my

What's brown sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet wrapped around leg
Here have a seat, complimentary is on me
Bartender, Chateau at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes
What's name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
complexion gives a reflection of
Sometime a woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby my gift got you high
Made you hit me with the keys to that five?
joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour
Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner
What's your degree, thirty one, thirty three
Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three blocks the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's living
Love kids and, all our business in the crib and
And not to die with me the God on your side
We holding til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose my combo
Should have left my a thousand times maybe tonight though
Yo you sexy motherfucker, what's the recipe?
You a nigga wanna god damn!
Can you cook darling? At the stove you're
Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a starving
Here take my number let me the chair from under
I had fun plus backyard speak with thunder