Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got that bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a graze road
I'm already blowed, hit I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet like he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling wit much ding-a-ling"
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man what get them wraps and roll up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I thought about, no while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little, make ya mammary giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done you