Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas Rappin'

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

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

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

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

Now people let me tell ya bout year
When the came 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 in my socks
And the drummer played at a solid
And a of the bass was in my face
And the guitar player layed down a heavy
Of the funky junky rhythm of the beat
And the guy with the 88's 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
I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof
Could it be or was it me? I was feeling fine
So I to your attic where I thought heard the static
On the chance that the prance was 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 whiskers on your chin chin"
He he was proud of the hairy little crowd
On the point of his jaw where the skin been
Gets cool for a fool out every Yule
For a day on a sleigh when the cold low
So the beard may be weird but never have it sheared
Cause it's warm in the storm when 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 music's
And I'll chance a dance the mistletoe"
So he went and forgot his guests
And he rocked the spot and like a pro
And every young tried to rock his world
But he boogie oogie til he had to go

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

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