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, heart one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running thinking of your love, boo

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

I know lips say that you wanna, but your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna 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 left and right just to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now come home to queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul this
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my
on over ghetto baby
(He said me what you got girl)
Come on over 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 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 dont were good together, baby just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But hes good, no ones better
'Cause were a match in heaven and this kind of loves forever

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