Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Claus Goes Straight to The Ghetto

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

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

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

Back then, you woke up to the of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, a fat man jolly with joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and
Pumped up, I jumped up the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a Claus creepin' down my hall
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, no sign, but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year
I try to see the same thing, they got us washed dumb
And when you find, it no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot
Cause it's the to get together and give all you got
You got food, moods, and what's better than together with your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, Merry Christmas

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Santa on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
Pinch the Grinch for being a villain
Season's greetings, all the
Are brought to you by the house where we'll be eatin'
roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
I didn't pop, I even shout
I even stayed in the house, where the tried to sneak me out
And all I want for is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her Beverly
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, that nothin'
How it's time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
happy, hair still nappy
Gonna steal a gift for my old
Catch me giving out turkeys at the
Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and everything be fine
at ya folks, boy, it's goin' down
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg
And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up
on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, 6 with the year
and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything gone off plate
But wait, not it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed
I wonder what the bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I the dope song
Hopin' I open the door I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the
Look Santa Claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole picture gettin'
How we have I says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed I've be
And thank the trick for the gifts I receive
So I creep back, and act I ain't even peeped it
be me and Mom's private secret

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto