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 was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a
some dollars up on hollis and I went on my way
I hear jingle Mr. Kringle peep 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 down the tonight

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated everything I got
Though I used to my pops
Who caught me shaking 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 fat red suit wearing-comparing
My to my homeboy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
here, that ain't reality

Santa
slip 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 baby, are you really
kringle
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging kids are playin
I hear the bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the shopping
And the new
just falling for tricks
(You better him)

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

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

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

On 25th I knew I wasn't 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 kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was
My put presents under the tree while I played sleep
And ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, lying and
So do some to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and awhile, kick it with god's angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That santa claus is a man
up

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 chimney

Santa
Just slip a under the tree for me