Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

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

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
Get a pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a natural road
I'm blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and be winning
To four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
They I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the of things
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a toxic
There's some girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening."
I come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to 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 chick in the bathroom, what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, 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, teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G bring the
Then I about no footage while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats 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, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender vittles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D," and I'll make ya dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I it like 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 wood off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes I'm wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy tha peace
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Know what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right 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 from this
You can't out run the pimpin',
I told you