Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

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

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

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

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

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

Westside Connect
Connect
Connect

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

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

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

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

at a pimp, holla at a pimp

It's time of year I got a Sack of Scrizzla
And for the whitening sabber and Chinchilla
I my momma cooked, I can hardly wait
I'm hungry so when I come hand me a plate
Or that hun southern 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 straight Thugged out
Heavy metal, extreame and bugs
And only converse on my pedal 'cuz all I is chucks
I'm greasin' G all down on my drawers
And you know I up like Santa Claus
I grind and do I do to make a not
And the Cali weather ain't the only thing hot
Chicken Hawkin', I stay away from that snitchin'
And though it's I'm still around hoes 'cuz I'm pitchin'

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

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