Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

ass pussy
Ma ooh, you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some ass pussy
Ma, I know you got that bomb pussy

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

call me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor, there's already shawties
I'm on my way, let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on highway 270, needin' Natural Road
I'm blowed, hit third I'm a get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look like he in the game and be winning

To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like, Wassup
I 'em follow me, they knew I had it cracking B
One said, "Ain't you that boy be on BET?"

Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit ding-a-ling
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the
Fuck it then, like my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty in here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't to sit
What I came for was to find out who I'm hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some
One thing to another, let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the party

Ma showed up like, "What's the up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a chick in the seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties

knocking on the door drunk, actin' silly
The said, "Can I be in yo video", I'm like, "Yeah", "oh really?"
Now she strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some
One thing to another, let the party begin

Stop, drop, kaboom, baby rub on ya
Some me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender

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 the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy at the In

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One leading to another, let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some
One leading to another, let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ching-a-ling ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha

Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Henn', some D S O P

Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' the peace right now

Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't outrun the bitch, I done told you
You can hide in Atlanta, you can in St. Louis