Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face like the Madonna 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 temperatures thinking of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul this
Kissing my stilettos move your mouth up to my
on over ghetto baby
(He show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto
(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 rock star, The Willy 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 to your queen, boo.

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

Brooklyn my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto
(He said show me you got girl)
Come on ghetto baby
(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 when hes good, no better
'Cause were a match in heaven and this kind of loves forever

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 ghetto baby
(Drop it its hot girl)

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