Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on after the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and the strangest remark
He said that giving was his and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart
I the pockets of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some up on hollis and I went on my way
I your jingle Mr. Kringle 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, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
everything that 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
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a
I'm on this fat red suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
Look here, that ain't

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 real?
kringle
Let me see you make my jingle (ching ching)
We need some in the ghetto
Too gangbanging where kids are playin
I hear the bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the shopping
And the new
Your just falling for
(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 the chimney tonight

It's the gritty-the
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 Christmas
Climbin' ya chimney
Kids up they gifts
They all be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nuthin to wit!

On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting
I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up with that? "
He "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I can't get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Claus never gave me nuthin
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris
Come and stay awhile, kick it with angel
Take and 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 looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry the chimney tonight

baby
Just slip a under the tree for me