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 bomb bomb pussy

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

(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 each other and sip on some
One thing to another, let the party begin

Peeps me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor, there's eight 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 already blowed, hit I'm a get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet look like he in the game and must be

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, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a waste

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

(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 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 some
One thing to another, let the party begin

Ma up like, "What's the hold up?"
Man know get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
You what's on my mind, shirts 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 me a reason to be a damn heathen

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

(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 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 won't 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

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

Doctor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just play a D and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
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, my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a with the Big Snoop Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
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 you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each 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 some
One thing to another, let the party begin

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

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

Oh wee, and light sticky icky
And we gone do the damn
Now I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace now

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