Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face the Madonna crying tears of gold
Been gas at the Texaco, road to road
on the run
Oh baby, youre on the run
Oh

Im not a trick, boy, Im a for you
You me butterflies, heart skipping one two
I know sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like
Kissing my stilettos move your up to my lips
on over ghetto baby
(He show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)

I know your say that you wanna, but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna you hold me,
Hold me, so fun
you are too much fun

My rock star, The Willy B. crew
Im you boy, you liking me too
Im clocking chicks left and right to get to you
Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my
Come on ghetto baby
(He said show me you got girl)
Come on ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

Brooklyn move my like this
Kissing my stilettos, move your up to my lips
Come on over baby
(He said me what you got girl)
Come on ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

a match made in heaven, if theyre gonna talk let em
If they dont think were together, baby just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But when hes good, no better
'Cause were a match in heaven and this kind of loves forever

Brooklyn move my like this
my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over baby
(He said show me you got girl)
on over ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

Brooklyn my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my
on over ghetto baby
(He said show me you got girl)
Come on over ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)