Luyện nghe bài hát Baby

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Radio
Yeh

Y'all think they can handle one man?

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

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

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

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

It to hold you when you movin' vulgar
Peace sign on your eyes like Travolta
My ain't fiction, it's an addiction
To see your booty clap on the in the kitchen

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

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

She likes and R&B
Her time goal is to be on TV
She looking for a man could give her a break
Like Usher or Timberlake

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

We the 6-pac, she pushed 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 dessert, mother fuck its its early
Head spinnin around like roller
Everything about her says you dont me
I Im worthy

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

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

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

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

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

Want another baby? She like, Sure
Wanna hit the club? She like, I dont
She all in the rearview her hurr
Hairspray and lip gloss

This all happens on an day
life is the shit girl, Im here to stay
Never had a girl make me this way
Even I had to pay

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