Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna 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 me butterflies, heart skipping one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

Brooklyn my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move your mouth up to my
Come on over 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
B-baby you are too fun

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

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

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

Brooklyn my soul like this
my stilettos, move your 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)

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