Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run
It was December 24 on after the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the remark
He said that 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 dollars up on Hollis and I on my way
I hear your Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a off and come as quick as you can!

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 3:
Now all Mase
When its eight
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
Cause I
theres a christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for to come down

4: Puffy Daddy
Now to me, PD I had
Appreciated everything I got
Though I to take my pops
Who caught me shaking the box
Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it 12 o'clock

Verse 5: Doggy Dogg
and Milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the room, wrapped 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
Look here, that ain't

Santa
Just slip a under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, 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 bells
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
And the new
just falling for tricks
(you better him)

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

7: Fredro Starr
It's the gritty-the
The low down, the
Yo Sticky, christmas time in the
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
rippin this

Verse 8: Sticky
Its the who stole christmas
Climbin down ya
Kids open up gifts
They all gonna be
like mine was
I to say it
But if I a boy I wouldn't have had nuthin to play wit!

9: Keith Murray
On 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
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 can't get him
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the tree while I played
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never me nuthin
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do some to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and awhile, kick it with God's Angel
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That Santa is a black man
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[Hook 2
Baby
Just slip a Benzo under the for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry the chimney tonight...