Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a like the Madonna crying tears of gold
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 know sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

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

I know your lips say that you wanna, but hearts 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 local rock star, The B. crew
Im you boy, you liking me too
Im clocking chicks left and right to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now home to your queen, boo.

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

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

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