Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass
Bomb, I know you got that 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 of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One thing to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
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 hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
Valet lookin' he in the game and must be winning
To room I'm headed; on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the of things
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma showed up like, "what's the up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, seeing what's
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties
Niggas on the door drunk, actin' silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm "yeah!" Oh really?
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G bring the
Then I thought about no while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
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 make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good since my wood off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the party begin,
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
what I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah, we ain't doing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you