Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to
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 know youre boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures of your love, boo

move my soul like this
Kissing my move your 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)

I know your lips say 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 Willy B.
Im feeling you boy, you me too
Im clocking chicks and right just to get to you
Youre out there on the grind, now home to your queen, boo.

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

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

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

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

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