Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a like the Madonna 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 me butterflies, heart skipping one two
I know youre boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my like this
Kissing my stilettos move mouth up to my lips
Come on over baby
(He said show me 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 your 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 clocking chicks and right just to get to you
Youre out on the grind, now come home to your queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like
Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my
Come on over ghetto
(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 mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto
(He show 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 together, baby just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But hes good, no ones better
'Cause were a match made in and this kind of loves forever

Brooklyn my soul 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)

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)
Come on over baby
(Drop it its hot girl)