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 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 your
(What we do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
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 plus a ounce of 'dro, ya
Now I'm on 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I 'em: "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 wit' much ding-a-ling."
on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face!
Fuck it then; like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' aww, shit

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Ma up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a in the bathroom, seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggas on the door drunk, actin' 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 heathen
that, told ol' G bring the camera
Then I thought no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
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, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doctor giggles, I stop 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 a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good 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 the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Know what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I told you