Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

Bomb ass
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 at the Holidae 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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae 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 thing to another, let the party begin

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

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

To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator 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 wit much ding-a-ling
Knock on the I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic

some pretty girls 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 gon' hit, aww

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the 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 thing leading to another, let the party

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

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

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 me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
I thought about, 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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae 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 Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the 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 other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

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

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

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

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

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four 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 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

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

Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Henn', D S O P

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

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