Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna crying of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to
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 know sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul this
Kissing my stilettos move 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)

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

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

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

Brooklyn move my soul like
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)

Were a match made in heaven, if theyre gonna 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 made in heaven and this of loves forever

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

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