Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

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

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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some
One thing leading to another, let the party

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

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

To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator like, Wassup
I told 'em follow me, they knew I had it 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 to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic

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

(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 party

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

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

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

that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an island

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

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

Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a little D and make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my 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, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the party

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

Yeah, let the party begin,
ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace

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

Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we do the damn thing
Now 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 the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run this pimpin'
You can't outrun the pimpin' bitch, I told you
You can in Atlanta, you can hide in St. Louis