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 know you got 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 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, it's a hotel party
bring the liquor; 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 graze road
I'm already hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be
To room I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
They I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling wit' much ding-a-ling."
on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face!
it then; feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening."
I ain't to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma showed up like, "what's the up?"
Man what 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 "yeah!" Oh really?
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G bring 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 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 mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the of tender vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a
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 wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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