Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

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

Brooklyn move my soul like
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)

I know your lips say that you wanna, but your a no
But boy hips say that you're gonna when you hold me,
me, youre so fun
B-baby you are too fun

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

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

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

Were a made in heaven, if theyre gonna talk let em
If they dont were 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 of loves forever

Brooklyn move my like this
Kissing my stilettos, your 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)

Brooklyn move my 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)