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' shit I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel

Cook somethin' serve somethin', George Girv somethin'
Michael Irv somethin', smoke sometin'
'Cuz it's the holidaze, get ya dolla daze, pop a plaze
I'm come through wit' the brand new blue
Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't compete my
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 play double 'cuz
pull out the double wettas
Cock 'em back and treat you you neva met us
So this year fill ya heart wit' cheer or nigga
Holla if ya nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list but I ain't buyin' you

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

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

Westside Connect
gang-ga-gang
Connect

Ba boom, who stepped 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 switchez for a fucking Christmas
Hit the block flossin', I to rap
Three with the Konjak on my bud nyya

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

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

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

Holla at a pimp, holla at a

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

Pull up in a bentley Thugged out
Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and
And only converse on my pedal all I wear is chucks
While I'm G all down on my drawers
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 that's hot
Hawkin', I stay away from guys that snitchin'
And though sunny I'm still around hoes 'cuz I'm pitchin'

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

I wanna what 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)