Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of
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 know sick boy,
I get the flu
Im temperatures thinking of your love, boo

move my soul like this
Kissing my move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto
(He said show me 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 you're gonna when you hold me,
Hold me, so fun
you are too much fun

My rock star, The Willy B. crew
Im feeling you boy, you 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 my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, your mouth up to my lips
Come on over baby
(He said show me you got girl)
Come on over ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)

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

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

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)
on over ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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