Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

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

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on Hen
One leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
Just bring the liquor; already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, a natural 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 room I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that 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 feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in I heard 'em whispering
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm hit; aww, shit

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Ma showed up like, "what's the up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom, seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, off and panties 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 me, I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G bring the
Then I thought no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' 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 control, the bowl of tender vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle
Let the trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy tha peace
Luda, Luda going on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gon' do the thing
Know what I'm talking
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle,
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you