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, at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you four of your friends?
(What we do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
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, need a natural road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet 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, me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel my head a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in here; 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)
What I came for was to find out who I'm hit; 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 what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm like "yeah!" Oh
Now she naked, teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
that, told ol' G bring the camera
Then I about no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit' 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 from make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll make ya 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 since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For dizzle, I'm on a track 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 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 nigga disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda going on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gon' do the thing
Know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace 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, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I done you