Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of friends?
(What we do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet lookin' like he in the and must be winning
To four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
They I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the of things
in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty girls in I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to talk (talk), I come to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm like "yeah!" Oh
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G the camera
Then I about no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room some girls lookin' like they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little; ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the party begin,
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah, we ain't nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I told you