Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

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

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
Just bring the liquor; 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, a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told "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!
it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's dude that 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 gon' aww, shit

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Ma up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, off and panties dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, 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 about no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit' some girls 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 bowl of tender
Doctor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or
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 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 done did it
My eyes chinky; I'm 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, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah, we ain't nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
what I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you