Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a like the Madonna crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, to road
on the run
Oh baby, youre on the run
Oh

Im not a trick, boy, Im a for you
You give me butterflies, skipping one two
I youre sick boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures of your love, boo

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

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

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

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

move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, move your 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 made in heaven, if theyre gonna talk let em
If dont think were good together, baby just forget em
hes bad, hes bad
But when hes good, no ones
'Cause were a match in heaven and this kind of loves forever

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

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