Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna crying of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, to road
on the run
Oh baby, yeah 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 soul like
Kissing my move your 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 say that you wanna, but your 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 chicks left and right just to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now come home to queen, boo.

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

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

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

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