Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

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

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

Bout a red-suited dude with a attitude
And a sleigh of goodies for for the people on the block
Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a
And if you ever see him, he could give you a shock

Now people let me tell ya bout year
the dude came flying over here
Well, the hog was out, on the ground
Folks in to party down
The was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the played at a solid pace
And a of the bass was in my face
And the guitar layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky 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 bit of wine
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 attic where I heard the static
On the chance the prance was somebody breaking in
But the on the top was a reindeer clop
Just a St. Nick, and I let the sucker in

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

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

And before he went, this old gent
Brought a with a sift through his big red bags
In the top or the bottom, he in and got 'em
Toys for the boys, for the girls glad
And the grownups got presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville bout as as the sky
The best that couldn't buy
Cause money could never buy the feeling
The one that comes from not
The way you you about your friends
And this is how the ends

The dude in red's at the Pole
Up north where everything is
But if he were right tonight
He'd say, Christmas and to all a good night