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 really wanna feel

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

that nigga marcellous but don't get overzealous
And try to ball wit' a nigga who double headas 'cuz
I'll pull out the double
Cock 'em back and treat you you neva met us
So this year ya heart wit' cheer or disappear 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 get ya high
(I'm on my way)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel

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

Connect gang-ga-gang
Connect
gang-ga-gang

Ba boom, guess who stepped in the
Off the liquor loc under the missteltoe
Shoppin' cookies, bag of Goodies
out your city with this blue berry sticky icky
WC off the my witness
And them switchez for a Ghetto fucking Christmas
Hit the flossin', I got's to rap
Three wheelin' with the Konjak on my bud

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
Blindin' wit' the carrots in my ear
currin' out the gate, stack them big heads
Dub tryin' get me Tween some scared

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

I know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(Say I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to 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 I come through hand me a plate
Or that down hun cook connect jam
Now easy on the ham, but on the candy jam
I see you lookin' at me out
(No doubt)

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

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

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