Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

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

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

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

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

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

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gon' do the thing
Know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' the peace right 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, trying to run this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I done you