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 hopped up on his
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a
some dollars up on hollis and I went on my way
I your jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and come as as you can!

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

Now all mase
When it's eight
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
there's a Christmas uptown
Ain't no for santa to come down

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated everything I got
Though I to take my pops
Who caught me shaking the box
'Cause I knew I wait till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and
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 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 again waiting on the
To slide down the
here, that ain't reality

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

Santa baby, are you really
Chris
Let me see you my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where kids are
I the church bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
And the new
Your falling for tricks
(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

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 rippin'

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

On December 25th I 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 up with that? "
He said "There ain't no kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was
My moms put presents under the tree while I sleep
And peeped ha! Claus never gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, lying and
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris
Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That claus is a black man
up

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

baby
Just slip a benzo under the for me