Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

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

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae 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

(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 party

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

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

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

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

There's pretty girls in here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening"
I ain't to talk, I ain't come 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 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 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

Ma up like, "What's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
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 strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn

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

(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

(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 to another, let the party begin

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

Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little 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 felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle

Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
brain in the rental, I done did it again
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 bring of your friends
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the party

(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 each other and sip on Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the party

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

Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, 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 gone do the thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the peace now

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