Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the 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 give me butterflies, skipping one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running thinking of your love, boo

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

I your lips 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 local rock star, The Willy B.
Im feeling you boy, you me too
Im clocking left and right just to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now come to your queen, boo.

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

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

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

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