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 strangest
He said that giving was his living and I had to take
So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. peep the single, my man
So hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!

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

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

4: Puffy Daddy
Now to me, PD I had
Appreciated that I got
Though I used to my pops
Who ain't me shaking the box
Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12

5: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Cookies and
Satin and
I'm in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on fat Red Suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her hair
Bbut here we go again on the enemy
To down the chimney
Look here, that ain't

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

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

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

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

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

Verse 9: Keith
On December 25th I knew I wasn't jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the buying crack
I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him "yo up with that?"
He "there ain't no christmas kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put under the tree while I played sleep
And ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, it with God's Angel
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That Claus is a black man
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[Hook 2
Santa
Just a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry the chimney tonight...