Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the
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Hold it now! Wait, hold it. played out. Hit it!

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Don't you give me all that about things you wrote before I's alive
Cause this ain't 1823 -- ain't 1970
Now I'm the guy named Kurtis Blow and is one thing I know
So every year just about time, I celebrate it with a rhyme

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, make it good
Gonna shock clock it through your neighbourhood
Gonna read, gonna sing it it's understood
My rappin' bout to like a knee you've been slapping
Or a toe you've been on a hunk of wood

Bout a red-suited with a friendly attitude
And a full of goodies for for the people on the block
Got a long white beard, looks kind a weird
And if you ever see him, he could give you quite a

Now people let me tell ya bout year
When the dude flying over here
Well, the hog was out, snow's on the
Folks stayed in to down
The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my
And the played at a solid pace
And a taste of the bass was in my
And the player layed down a heavy layer
Of the junky rhythm of the disco beat
And the guy the 88's started to participate
And I could appreciate a sound so sweat

We were all in the mood so we had a little
And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of
When I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the
it be or was it me? I was feeling super fine
So I went to your where I thought heard the static
On the chance that the was somebody breaking in
But the noise on the top was a clop
a trick St. Nick, and I let the sucker in

He was roly, he was poly, and I said, "Holy moly!
You got a lot of on your chinny chin chin"
He allowed he was of the hairy little crowd
On the of his jaw where the skin should've been
cool for a fool going out every Yule
For a day on a sleigh when the cold low
So the may be weird but I'll never have it sheared
it's warm in the storm when it's ten below

I said, "You're right, it's cold
But can you stop for a before you go?"
He said, "Why not if the hot?
And I'll chance a beneath the mistletoe"
So he went downstairs and his guests
And he the spot and danced like a pro
And every young tried to rock his world
But he boogie oogie til he had to go

And before he went, fine old gent
Brought a gift with a sift through his big red
In the top or the bottom, he in and got 'em
Toys for the boys, for the girls rags
And the grownups got some too
A new TV and a
A new bout as blue as the sky
The best that money buy
money could never ever buy the feeling
The one that comes not concealing
The way you you feel about your
And this is how the ends

The dude in red's at the Pole
Up north where is cold
But if he were here tonight
say, Merry Christmas and to all a good night