Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the crying tears of gold
pumping 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 running temperatures of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my like this
Kissing my stilettos your mouth up to my lips
Come on ghetto baby
(He show me what 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
B-baby you are too fun

My rock 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 come home to queen, boo.

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

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

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