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 give me butterflies, heart one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move 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 know your lips say you wanna, but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say you're gonna 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 chicks and right just to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now home to your queen, boo.

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

Brooklyn my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my
Come on ghetto baby
(He said me what you got girl)
on over ghetto 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 ones
'Cause were a match made in heaven and this kind of forever

move 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 over baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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