Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

'Twas the night Christmas, and all through the house
Blow]
Hold it now! Wait, hold it. That's out. Hit it!

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

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

Bout a red-suited dude a friendly attitude
And a sleigh full of 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 last year
the dude came flying over here
Well, the hog was out, snow's on the
Folks stayed in to down
The was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks
And the drummer at a solid pace
And a taste of the was in my face
And the guitar player layed a heavy layer
Of the funky rhythm of the disco beat
And the guy with the 88's to participate
And I sure appreciate a sound so sweat

We were all in the so we had a little food
And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of
When I I heard a hoof on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was feeling super
So I went to your attic where I heard the static
On the chance that the prance was somebody 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 chinny chin chin"
He allowed he was of the hairy little crowd
On the point of his jaw the skin should've been
Gets cool for a fool going out Yule
For a day on a sleigh when the went low
So the may be weird but I'll never have it sheared
Cause it's warm in the storm when it's ten

I said, "You're right, it's cold
But can you stop for a drop you go?"
He said, "Why not if the music's
And chance a dance beneath the mistletoe"
So he downstairs and forgot his guests
And he rocked the spot and like a pro
And every young girl to rock his world
But he boogie oogie til he had to go

And before he went, this fine old
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 rags
And the grownups got presents too
A new TV and a
A new Seville as blue as the sky
The best that couldn't buy
Cause money could ever buy the feeling
The one that from not concealing
The way you you feel about your
And this is how the ends

The dude in red's back at the
Up north everything is cold
But if he were right here
He'd say, Merry Christmas and to all a night