Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

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

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

I your lips say that you wanna, but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna when you me,
Hold me, so fun
you are too much fun

My local rock star, The Willy B.
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 my soul like this
my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on ghetto baby
(He said me what you got girl)
Come on over baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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

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

move my soul 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 ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)

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