Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna crying tears of
pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road
on the run
Oh baby, yeah on the run
Oh

Im not a trick, boy, Im a for you
You me butterflies, heart skipping one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im temperatures thinking of your love, boo

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

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

My local rock star, The 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 come to your queen, boo.

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

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

Were a match made in heaven, if theyre talk let em
If they think were good together, baby just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But when hes good, no better
'Cause were a match made in and this kind of loves forever

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

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