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 giving was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I up on his cart
I laced the of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on hollis and I on my way
I hear your 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 for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the tonight

Now all mase
When eight twenty-four
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
When a Christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for santa to down

Now to me, pd I had a lot
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 12 o'clock

Cookies and
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm on this 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 her nappy hair
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To down the chimney
Look here, that reality

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

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

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

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

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

On 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Santa on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up that? "
He "There ain't 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! Santa never gave me nuthin
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That claus is a black man
up

Santa
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

Santa
Just slip a benzo under the for me