Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb

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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 gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One leading to another; let the party begin

Peeps call me up, it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a graze road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and be winning
To room 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, Ching-a-ling equipped much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the of things
in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my a toxic waste
There's pretty girls in here; I heard '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 out who I'm gon' 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 chick in the bathroom, seeing poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm like "yeah!" Oh
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm just
She gave me a reason to be a damn
Handled that, told ol' G bring the
Then I thought about no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far little; make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender vittles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
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 my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle
Let the trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it 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 party begin,
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St.
My nigga disturbing tha peace
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but
We chillin' and
what I'm talking '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