Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on hollis the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
He that giving 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 poor and gave the a play
Dropped dollars up on hollis and I went on my way
I your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!

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

Now all mase
When it's twenty-four
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
When a Christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for 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 I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock

and milk
Satin and
I'm in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat red suit
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her hair
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
here, that ain't reality

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

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

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

the gritty-the grimy
The low down, the
Yo sticky, christmas time in the
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start rippin'

It's the Grinch who stole
Climbin' down ya
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 I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and him "yo what's up with that? "
He said "There no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put presents the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Claus never gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, 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 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 benzo under the for me