Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run

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

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

3: Ma$e

Now all know
its eight twenty-four
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
I know
When a christmas uptown
Ain't no for santa to come down

4: Puffy Daddy

Now to me, PD I had
Appreciated everything 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: Doggy Dogg

and Milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the room, wrapped in a quilt
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 hair
Bbut we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide down the
Look here, that reality

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

Verse 6: & Pepa

Santa Baby, are you real?
Kringle
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need some in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging 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)

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

Verse 7: Fredro

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

Verse 8: Fingaz

Its the Grinch who christmas
Climbin ya chimney
Kids up they gifts
all gonna be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I wasnt a boy I have had nuthin to play wit!

Verse 9: Murray

On December 25th I knew I wasn't getting
I saw Santa Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the (blur) and asked him "yo whats up that?"
He said "there aint no kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My moms put presents the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
them mad faces, lying and frontin
So do some to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, it with God's Angel
and acknowledge 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 for a fly guy, like you
So hurry the chimney tonight