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 four of your
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

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

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

Now I'm on 270, needin' Natural Bridge Road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
Valet look 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, equipped wit much ding-a-ling
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste

There's some 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 come to sit
What I came for was to out who I'm gon' hit, aww shit

(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 to another, let the party begin

(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 thing leading to another, let the begin

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

Niggaz knocking on the drunk, actin' silly
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 to be a damn heathen

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

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' 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 Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the party

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' 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 to another, let the party begin

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

Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it
Just play a little D and I'll make ya 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 this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle

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

(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

(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 begin, bitch
ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha

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

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

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