Luyện nghe bài hát Non-Fiction

Breathing [?] in my
Watching body hypnotize me from your rhythm
Put thing up in my kitchen
See your body type's the on tradition
You and jeans doors, key, keys to a Porsche

Shawty get a
get a buzz from
Indent
sexing flesh, hips, thighs and her breasts made to get ya
She bad enough to make you write her number on the back of your picture

She got a walk she stalking prey
Them killer curves and that face
And she gon' make you do you say
Licking them lips, swinging them hips as she your way

Better run, run for life
You better run, run for your

Shawty gave a
Shawty a thrill from making me beg
Set 'em up, turn 'em out, 'em down, it's just that simple
Shawty make love like a drug or a shotgun to the temple

She got a walk like she prey
Them killer curves and that pretty
And she gon' you do what you say
Licking them lips, them hips as she walk your way

run, run for your life
You better run, run for life

Hips yo ass pokin', your neck breaking
Dress stretching, sparkling, you a breath taker
Heart stopper, need a chart
Q meets Big Pimpin'
St. Laurent for your clothes
Red bottoms, you need
All the I do for you, oh
Got a jet for two, oh
Yeah we taking off or we can in Rome
Put a wet one out the
All the I do for you
How these pearls out the roof
God you like a temple
How your drive me schizo

Better run, run for your
You better run, run for your