Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, you got it
Bomb, oh, you got bomb-ass 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 party

Peeps call me up, said a hotel party
bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' 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 of things
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to (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 what get them and roll up
I took a in the bathroom, seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and 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 no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' like 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 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 lived off a thistle
some 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 blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gon' do the damn
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' disturb the right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you