Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a like the Madonna crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to
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 running temperatures of your love, boo

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)

I know lips say that 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 rock star, The Willy B. crew
Im you boy, you liking me too
Im chicks left and right just to get to you
Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.

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

Brooklyn move my soul this
Kissing my stilettos, your 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)

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

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

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