Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a like the Madonna crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to
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 thinking of your love, boo

move my soul 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 ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)

I know your lips say that you wanna, but your a no
But boy your hips say that 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 clocking chicks left and 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, 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 mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto
(He show me what you got girl)
on over ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

Were a match made in heaven, if theyre talk let em
If they dont think were good together, just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But hes good, no ones better
'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 ghetto
(Drop it its hot girl)

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