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 with [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 stay to this day that Christmas ain't but another day
But, out of respect, I give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}
Life is so crucial and cold, [it's for the children
In this world they hopes and can't afford
The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal
Heard throughout the reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who ain't able get it now can get it
Cause the ghetto Santa 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 straight to the ghetto

Now on the first day of Christmas, my gave to me
A of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
Now on the second day of Christmas, my gave to me
A fifth of Hendog and me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big gave to me
A lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me

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

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost
Pinch the for being a holiday villain
greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where be eatin'
roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, is Kris Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't shout
I even in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4
And a granddaughter for her Beverly
Ain't that Nah, ain't that nothin'
How Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair nappy
steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out at the church-house
Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, goin' down
Ain't no help from no elves, Tha Dogg Pound
And we out gifts, blazin' up spliffs
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

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

Santa Claus is straight to the ghetto