Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run
It was December 24 on Hollis after the
My man Santa saw a and gave the strangest remark
He that giving was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a
Dropped some up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

Santa
Just a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So down the chimney tonight...

3: Ma$e
Now all know
its eight twenty-four
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
I know
When a christmas uptown
no chimney for santa to come down

Verse 4: Puffy
Now to me, PD I had
everything that I got
Though I used to my pops
Who caught me shaking the box
Cause I knew I wait till it turned 12 o'clock

5: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Cookies and
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on fat Red Suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy door to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb to braid her nappy hair
Bbut here we go waiting on the enemy
To down the chimney
here, that ain't reality

Santa
Just slip a under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry the chimney tonight...

Verse 6: Salt &
Santa Baby, are you really
Kringle
Let me see you my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We need some jobs in the
Too much gangbanging where are playin
I hear the church ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the and the shopping lists
And the new
Your just for tricks
(you praise him)

Santa
slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So down the chimney tonight...

Verse 7: Fredro
the gritty-the grimy
The low down, the
Yo Sticky, time in the city
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start this

Verse 8: Fingaz
Its the who stole christmas
Climbin ya chimney
open up they gifts
They all be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't had nuthin to play wit!

Verse 9: Murray
On December I knew I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying
I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up that?"
He said "there ain't no christmas kid" and I get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put presents under the tree I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never me nuthin
Seen mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with Angel
Take and acknowledge my and understand
That Santa is a black man
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[Hook 2
Santa
Just a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry down the tonight...