Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on hollis after the
My man santa saw a rabbi and the strangest remark
He said that was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped dollars up on hollis and I went on my way
I hear your Mr. Kringle 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

Now all know
When it's twenty-four
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
there's a Christmas uptown
Ain't no for santa to come down

Now to me, pd I had a lot
everything that I got
Though I used to my pops
Who ain't caught me the box
'Cause I knew I couldn't till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and
and silk
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on fat red suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her hair
But here we go again waiting on the
To slide the chimney
Look here, that reality

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

Santa baby, are you really
kringle
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where kids are
I hear the church bells
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
And the new
just falling for tricks
(You praise him)

baby
Just slip a benzo under the for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney

It's the grimy
The low down, the
Yo sticky, christmas in the city
night, stars are bright
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
Start this

It's the who stole Christmas
down ya chimney
Kids up they gifts
They all be empty
like mine was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I have had nuthin to play wit!

On December I knew I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the buying crack
I ran up on him with the and asked him "yo what's up with that? "
He "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris
Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That santa is a black man
up

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

baby
Just slip a benzo under the for me