Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
Yeh

Y'all think they can handle this one

Call the radio and tell 'em this song
This your song, this your song, your song, this your song

Girl come on, girl come on, girl on
Cuz Im your baby, your baby, baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby

Met this girl, she was off the hook
I got cold chills her body shook
Hot sex on the platter, no to cook
I let her steal my like a horny crook

Had her grinding and winding my leg
She fuckin with my head, want a to beg
pumps on, toenails red
Your bodys a gun baby, pump me of lead

It hard to hold you you movin' vulgar
sign on your eyes like John Travolta
My pulp ain't fiction, it's an
To see your booty on the floor in the kitchen

girl, taught me all the lingo
While mama bingo, she ride Mandingo
She dont a damn if Im married or single
She me tingle

Shawty Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, baby, your baby
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby,

She likes and R&B
Her life time is to be on TV
She looking for a man that give her a break
Usher or Justin Timberlake

Im not sure if her breasts are fake
Cuz wit cream on em, they taste just like cake
We drink some beer, inside of '64
She shot me in the with Cupids arrow

We finished the 6-pac, she the seat back
Pulled up her n she let me eat that
Im drunk as a skunk, feeling all
stop bathroom at 7:30

Bought her some dessert, fuck its its early
Head around like roller derby
Everything about her you dont deserve me
I Im worthy

Cuz shawty Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
Im your baby, baby, yeah

(Cuz Im baby)
You need somethin' me?
(Good luck)
Cuz he ain't nothin' me
(No)
You can but you never gone find
A love quite like mine
(No)

Need a man that can you good
And treat you like he
With me you the shit
He might be but he aint like this
Cuz Im your

In the back of the pickup, are ripped up
She see my chrome wheels, it gets real
Running and laughing, music
Side of the road, over crashing

Mouth all dry, puffin herb
If you see my mama, say a word
The cops wanna why my words are slurred
ask me officer, ask her

Want another baby? She like, Sure
hit the club? She like, I dont curr
She all in the rearview doin her
and lip gloss everywhurr

This all happens on an day
Your life is the shit girl, Im here to
had a girl make me feel this way
Even I had to pay

Shawty Im your baby, baby, your baby, your baby
Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your
Im baby, your baby, your baby, your baby
Im baby, your baby, yeah