Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna tears of gold
Been gas at the Texaco, road 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, skipping one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures of your love, boo

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

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

My local star, The Willy B. crew
Im feeling you boy, you me too
Im clocking left and right just to get to you
Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.

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

Were a match made in heaven, if gonna talk let em
If they dont think were good together, baby forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But when hes good, no ones
were a match made in heaven and this kind of loves forever

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

Brooklyn move my soul this
Kissing my stilettos, move 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)