Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ba boom, guess who in the room
Off the liquor loc C-walkin' under the
cookies, bag full of Goodies
Smokin' out city with this blue 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' with the Konjak on my bud

Gangsta got 'em lookin' 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
Another currin' out the gate, stack them big
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)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna alright

I wanna know what you do for the holidaze?
(Say what I'm comin' for the holidaze)
What you do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' 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 meants for the sabber and Chinchilla
I my momma cooked, I can hardly wait
I'm hungry so when I come through me a plate
Or that down hun southern cook jam
Now on the ham, but heavy on the candy jam
I see you at me bugged out
(No doubt)

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

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

I wanna know what you gonna do for the
(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)