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 know you got that bomb, bomb

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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, 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 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
They I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that 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!
Fuck it feel like my head a toxic waste
some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to talk (talk), I come to sit (sit)
What I 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 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 drunk, actin' silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm "yeah!" Oh really?
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
that, told ol' G bring the camera
Then I thought about no while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' like they an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some me Ludacris, some 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 "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting 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 party begin,
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy tha peace
Luda, going hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
Meet me at the Inn
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gon' do the thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We gon' disturb the peace now
Yeah, we ain't doing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I told you