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 youre boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

Brooklyn move my like this
my stilettos move your 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)

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

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

move 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 baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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

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

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