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 won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) on each other, and sip on some Hen
One leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a 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'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room I'm headed; 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 that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in 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)
I came 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 in the bathroom, seeing what's poppin'
You know on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
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 the camera
Then I thought no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' like from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little; make 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 after the
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 since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' 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 wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My eyes 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 Chingy disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda going on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gon' do the damn
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah, we ain't doing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you