Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some pussy
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 your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the 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 by the store
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 blowed; hit third, I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room I'm headed; on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "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 equipped much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the of things
Busted in, Henny to the face!
it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening."
I ain't come to talk (talk), I ain't to sit (sit)
What I for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I a chick 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 gave me a reason to be a damn
that, told ol' G bring the camera
Then I thought no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
the next room 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 vittles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these 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' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' at the Holiday Inn

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