Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run

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

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

3: Ma$e

Now all know
When its eight
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
I know
When a christmas uptown
Ain't no chimney for santa to down

Verse 4: Daddy

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

Verse 5: Snoop Dogg

Cookies and
and Silk
I'm in the living room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm waiting on this fat Red wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A gift here, none there, but who
My little sister needs a just to braid her nappy hair
Bbut we go again waiting on the enemy
To down the chimney
Look here, that reality

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

6: Salt & Pepa

Santa Baby, are you real?
Kringle
Let me see you my pockets jingle (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where kids are
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
Just a Benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry down the tonight...

Verse 7: Fredro

It's the gritty-the
The low down, the
Yo Sticky, christmas time in the
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
rippin this

Verse 8: Fingaz

Its the who stole christmas
down ya chimney
Kids open up they
all gonna be empty
Just mine was
I to say it
But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt had nuthin to play wit!

Verse 9: Keith

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