Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Baby

You got a face 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 give me butterflies, heart one two
I know youre boy,
I get the flu
Im running temperatures thinking of love, boo

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

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

My local rock star, The 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 home to queen, boo.

move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos, 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)

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

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

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

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