Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Claus Goes Straight to The Ghetto

It's 12.30 AM, Eve
I'm out the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph and Moses] bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because posted'
Some to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}
Life is so and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this world they and dreams can't afford
The young and old churches and dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who ain't get it now can finally get it
Cause the ghetto Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'
Livin' to a new of better thangs
Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, it

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Now on the day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the krazy glue and told me to it up slowly
Now on the second day of Christmas, my gave to me
A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that
Now by the day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it nuthin' but game to me

Back then, you up to the sound of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man with joy
Down ya chimney toys for lil' girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin' down my
Ran to the window, put my to the sky
To see if I could see the that parlayed and pushed a fat guy
I sigh, ain't no sign, but everything under tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed
And when you find, it ain't no Santa, still mean a lot
Cause it's the time to get together and all you got
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Christmas

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Frost chillin'
the Grinch for being a holiday villain
Season's greetings, all the
Are brought to you by the church house where be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kringle
I didn't pop, I even shout
I even stayed in the house, where the homies to sneak me out
And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4
And a granddaughter for her grandmother
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, ain't that
How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair still
Gonna steal a for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out at the church-house
try to work me, just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's down
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Pound
And we passin' out gifts, up spliffs
on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the
Girls and boys full off joy with the cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin'
To be ate after everything off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight and rice
On the table, are we able to tonight?
I wonder what the bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I the dope song
Hopin' when I the door I'll see Santa
Now who the is this in this blue bandana
Messin' the boxes that's up under the three
Look like Claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm to see, the whole picture gettin' clearer
How we messed I says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed be deceived
And thank the trick for the gifts I receive
So I back, and act like I ain't even peeped it
This'll be me and private secret

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto