Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run

It was 24 on Hollis after the dark
My man Santa saw a rabbi and the strangest remark
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 the hoodie a play
some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. Kringle 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...

Verse 3:

Now all Mase
When its eight
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
Cause I
When theres a christmas
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
Cause I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12

Verse 5: Doggy Dogg

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

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

Verse 6: Salt &

Santa Baby, are you real?
Chris
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging where are playin
I the church bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the lists
And the new
just falling for tricks
(you praise him)

Santa
Just slip a Benzo under the 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 grimy
The low down, the
Yo Sticky, christmas time in the
night, stars are bright
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
Start rippin

Verse 8: Sticky

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

Verse 9: Keith

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