Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

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

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

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

I know your lips say you wanna, but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna you hold me,
me, youre so fun
B-baby you are too fun

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

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

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

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

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

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