Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on hollis after the
My man saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
He said that giving was his living and I had to 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
Dropped some up on hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. peep the single, my man
So hit a brotha off and come as quick as you can!

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

Now all mase
When eight twenty-four
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
I know
When there's a Christmas
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 ain't me shaking the box
'Cause I I couldn't 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 fat red suit 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 we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
Look here, ain't reality

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

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

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 tonight

It's the grimy
The low down, the
Yo sticky, christmas time in the
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
Start this

the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' ya chimney
Kids open up they
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 December 25th I knew I wasn't getting
When I saw Santa Claus on the corner crack
I ran up on him the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up with that? "
He said "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, and frontin
So do some to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with angel
Take and my wisdom and understand
That santa is a black man
up

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

baby
Just slip a benzo the tree for me