Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was 24 on hollis after the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
He said that giving was his living and I had to part
So I a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some up on hollis and I went on my way
I your jingle 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 hurry the chimney tonight

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated everything I got
Though I used to take my
Who ain't me shaking the box
I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and
and silk
I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a
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 nappy
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To slide down the
Look here, that reality

baby
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

baby, are you really real?
Chris
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need some in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging kids are playin
I the church bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the and the shopping lists
And the new
Your just falling for
(You better him)

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

It's the gritty-the
The low down, the
Yo sticky, time in the city
Late night, are bright
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start rippin'

It's the Grinch who stole
Climbin' ya chimney
Kids open up they
They all gonna be
Just mine was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had to play wit!

On December 25th I knew I getting jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up that? "
He said "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I can't get him
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put presents under the tree I played sleep
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 with angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That santa claus is a man
up

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

baby
Just slip a under the tree for me