Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face the Madonna crying tears 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, skipping one two
I know youre boy,
I get the flu
Im running thinking of your love, boo

move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos 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)

I your lips say that 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 local star, The Willy B. crew
Im feeling you boy, you me too
Im clocking chicks left and just to get to you
Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.

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

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

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

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)
Come on over baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

Brooklyn move my like this
Kissing my stilettos, move 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)