Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

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

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

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

Now I'm on highway 270, needin' Natural Bridge
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims 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 like, Wassup
I told 'em follow me, they knew I had it B
One said, "Ain't you that boy be on BET?"

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

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

(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

(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 Henn'
One leading to another, let the party begin

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

Niggaz on the door 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 gave me a reason to be a heathen

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

(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

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

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

Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just play a little D and make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these 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 the Big Snoop 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 did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy at the Holidae In

(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 each and sip on some Henn'
One leading to another, let the party begin

(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 leading to another, let the party

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

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

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

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