Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

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

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

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

Tell ya people that I'm 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 you gonna do for the holidaze?
(You know, I'm comin' for the holidaze)
you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' to scoop you for the holidaze)

Connect gang-ga-gang
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 switchez for a fucking Christmas
Hit the flossin', I got's to rap
wheelin' 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'
Blindin' wit' the carrots in my ear
currin' out the gate, stack 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 'cuz I'm off
And you really wanna alright

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

at a pimp, holla at a pimp

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

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

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

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