Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on after the dark
My man santa saw a and gave the strangest remark
He that 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 pockets of the poor and gave the a play
Dropped some dollars up on and I went on my way
I hear your Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

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

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated that I got
I used to take my pops
Who caught me shaking 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 wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy door to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
Look here, ain't reality

Santa
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?
Chris
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging kids are playin
I hear the bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
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 for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney

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

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

On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting
When I saw Santa Claus on the corner crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo up with that? "
He said "There no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My put presents under the tree while I played sleep
And ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
Seen mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
and stay awhile, kick it with god's angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That santa claus is a man
up

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

baby
Just a benzo under the tree for me