Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run
It was December 24 on Hollis after the
My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
He said that was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his
I laced the pockets of the and gave the hoodie a play
some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and come as as you can!

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

Verse 3:
Now all Mase
When its eight
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
Cause I
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 take my
Who caught me shaking the box
I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock

Verse 5: Snoop Dogg
and Milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a
I'm on this fat Red Suit wearing-comparing
My to my homeboy next door to me
A here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to her nappy hair
Bbut here we go again waiting on the
To slide the chimney
here, that ain't reality

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

Verse 6: & Pepa
Santa Baby, are you really
Kringle
Let me see you make my jingle (ching ching)
We need jobs in the ghetto
Too gangbanging where kids are playin
I hear the church ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the shopping
And the new
Your falling for tricks
(you better him)

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

Verse 7: Fredro
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: Fingaz
Its the Grinch who christmas
Climbin down ya
Kids open up gifts
all gonna be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had to play wit!

Verse 9: Keith
On December 25th I I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the corner crack
I ran up on him the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up with that?"
He said "there no christmas kid" and I can't get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the tree while I played
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
Seen mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it 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 under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the tonight...