Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run

It was December 24 on Hollis the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi and gave the remark
He said giving was his living and I had to take part
So I a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the poor and gave the a play
Dropped dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
so Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

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

Verse 3:

Now all Mase
When its twenty-four
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
Cause I
When theres a uptown
Ain't no chimney for santa to come

Verse 4: Puffy

Now to me, PD I had
Appreciated that I got
Though I to take my pops
Who aint caught me the box
Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it 12 o'clock

Verse 5: Doggy Dogg

Cookies and
and Silk
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat Red wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My little sister needs a just to braid her nappy hair
Bbut here we go again waiting on the
To down the chimney
Look here, that reality

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

Verse 6: Salt &

Baby, are you really real?
Chris
Let me see you my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too gangbanging where kids are playin
I hear the church bells
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
And the new
Your just for tricks
(you better him)

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...

Verse 7: Starr

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

Verse 8: Fingaz

Its the Grinch who stole
down ya chimney
Kids open up gifts
all gonna be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I a boy I wouldnt have had nuthin to play wit!

Verse 9: Murray

On December 25th I knew I wasn't jack
when I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying
I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him "yo up with that?"
He said "there aint no christmas kid" and I get him back
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put presents under the tree I played sleep
And ha! Santa Claus never gave me nuthin
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That Claus is a black man
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Santa
slip a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney