Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on after the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest
He said that giving was his and I had to take part
So I a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the of the poor and gave the hoodie a play
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 off and come as quick as you can!

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

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

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated everything I got
Though I used to take my
Who ain't me shaking the box
I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat red 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 here we go again waiting on the
To slide down the
Look here, ain't reality

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

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

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

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

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

On December 25th I I wasn't getting jack
When I saw Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo what's up with "
He said "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was
My moms put presents under the tree while I played
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
Seen them mad faces, lying and
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kringle
and stay awhile, kick it with god's angel
Take and my wisdom and understand
santa claus is a black man
up

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
Just slip a under the tree for me