Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

Bomb ass
Ma ooh, you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
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 other and sip on 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 of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on other and sip on some Henn'
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 stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

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

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

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

There's pretty girls in here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't to sit
I came for was to find out who I'm gon' 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 and sip on some Henn'
One thing to another, let the party begin

(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 other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

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

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

Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some 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 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 you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on other and sip on some Henn'
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, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em control, the bowl of tender biddles

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

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

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

(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 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

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

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

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

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