Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was 24 on hollis after the dark
My man santa saw a and gave the strangest remark
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 poor and gave the hoodie a
Dropped dollars up on hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle the single, my man
So Santa hit a 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 the chimney tonight

Now all mase
When it's eight
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
When there's a Christmas
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 knew I wait till it turned 12 o'clock

and milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat red wearing-comparing
My gifts to my next door to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But here we go again waiting on the
To down the chimney
Look here, that reality

baby
Just slip a benzo 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 jingle (ching ching)
We some jobs 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
just falling for tricks
(You praise him)

baby
Just slip a benzo under the 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 in the city
night, stars are bright
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start this

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

On 25th I knew I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up that? "
He said "There no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the tree while I sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
Seen them mad faces, 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 santa claus is a man
up

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

baby
Just slip a under the tree for me