Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the 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 temperatures thinking of your love, boo

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

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

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

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

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

Brooklyn move my like this
my stilettos, move your 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)

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