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 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; you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the begin

Peeps call me up, it's a hotel 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 plus a ounce of 'dro, ya
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, rims spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I told "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!
it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I 'em whispering
'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to talk (talk), I ain't 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 get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, seeing 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 like "yeah!" Oh
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn
Handled that, told ol' G the camera
Then I thought about no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room some girls lookin' like they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make ya glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender vittles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt good 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 trickle down the beat a ghetto tempo
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes I'm wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the party begin,
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy tha peace
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Know I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah, we ain't doing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I told you