Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on hollis the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
He said that giving was his living and I had to part
So I a bag of goodies 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 your Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a off and come as quick as you can!

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

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated that I got
Though I used to my pops
Who ain't me shaking the box
I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 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 hair
But here we go waiting on the enemy
To slide the chimney
Look here, ain't reality

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

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

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

It's the gritty-the
The low down, the
Yo sticky, time in the city
Late night, are bright
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
Start rippin'

It's the Grinch who Christmas
Climbin' down ya
Kids up they gifts
They all gonna be
like mine 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 corner buying
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and 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 presents under the while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa never gave me nuthin
Seen mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
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 down the tonight

baby
Just a benzo under the tree for me