Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya
(Holla at a pimp)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really feel alright

Cook somethin' somethin', like George Girv somethin'
Fingaroll Michael Irv somethin', smoke
'Cuz it's the holidaze, get ya daze, pop a colla plaze
I'm come through wit' the brand new light
Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't compete my
Got the whole family on the law, so be jealous

Like that nigga marcellous but don't get
And try to ball a nigga who play double headas 'cuz
I'll pull out the wettas
Cock 'em back and treat you like you met us
So this year ya heart wit' cheer or disappear nigga
Holla if ya clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas but I ain't buyin' you shit

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(I'm on my way)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you really wanna feel

I wanna know you gonna do for the holidaze?
(You know, I'm through for the holidaze)
you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to you for the holidaze)

Connect gang-ga-gang
Connect
Connect

Ba boom, guess who in the room
Off the liquor loc C-walkin' under the
cookies, bag full of Goodies
Smokin' out your city with this blue berry sticky
WC off the my witness
And them high switchez for a Ghetto Christmas
Hit the flossin', I got's to rap
Three with the Konjak on my bud nyya

Gangsta Gangsta got 'em my way
I got the new "West Class" in the drive-way
the corner, put it up on ya
Like threelik swing, swing, bling
Mad hoggin, bouncin, sippin'
niggaz wit' the carrots in my ear
Another currin' out the gate, them big heads
Dub tryin' get me some scared nyya

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Skip, skip)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(Don't trip)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you wanna feel alright

I wanna what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(Say what I'm comin' for the holidaze)
What you do for the holidaze?
(I'm through to fuck you for the holidaze)

Holla at a pimp, at a pimp

It's that time of year I got a Sack of
And for the whitening sabber and Chinchilla
I know my momma cooked, I can wait
I'm hungry so when I come through me a plate
Or that down hun cook connect jam
Now easy on the ham, but on the candy jam
I see you at me bugged out
(No doubt)

Pull up in a bentley straight out
Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and
And only converse on my pedal all I wear is chucks
While I'm greasin' G all down on my
And you I plained up like Santa Claus
I grind and do what I do to a not
And the Cali weather ain't the only thing hot
Chicken Hawkin', I stay from guys that snitchin'
And though it's sunny I'm still around hoes I'm pitchin'

Tell ya that I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that that'll get ya high
(I'm do or die)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you do for the holidaze?
(What you wanna do? I'm through for the holidaze)
you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' to drink a brew for the holidaze)