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 you got that bomb, bomb pussy

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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 gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor; there's already shawties
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 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm 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 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
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it feel like my head a toxic waste
some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude 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 hit; aww, shit

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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 poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, actin'
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm "yeah!" Oh really?
Now she naked, strip me, I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G bring the
Then I thought no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next wit' some girls lookin' like they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender vittles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll make ya dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this 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 trickle down the beat wit' a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done 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 nigga Chingy tha peace
Luda, Luda going on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gon' do the damn
Know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know I'm talking '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