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, yeah on the run
Oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 over baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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