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, yeah on the run
Oh

Im not a trick, boy, Im a for you
You me butterflies, heart 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
on over ghetto baby
(He said me what you got girl)
Come on 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 when you hold me,
Hold me, so fun
you are too much fun

My rock star, The Willy B. crew
Im you boy, you liking me too
Im clocking 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 up to my lips
Come on ghetto baby
(He said show me you got girl)
on over ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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

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

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