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 said that giving was his living and I had to take
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 some dollars up on and I went on my way
I your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

baby
Just slip a 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 it's eight
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
I know
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 to take my pops
Who ain't caught me the box
'Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it 12 o'clock

Cookies and
and silk
I'm chillin in the room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat red suit
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A here, none there, but who cares
My little needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But here we go again on the enemy
To slide down the
Look here, ain't reality

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

Santa baby, are you real?
kringle
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where are playin
I the church bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the shopping
And the new
Your just for tricks
(You praise him)

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

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

the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' down ya
Kids up they gifts
They all be empty
Just mine was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't had nuthin to play wit!

On December 25th I knew I 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 with "
He said "There ain't no kid" and I can't get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My put presents under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, and frontin
So do some to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's
Take and my wisdom and understand
santa claus 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 the chimney tonight

Santa
Just slip a benzo the tree for me