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 lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the but be careful for the heart, because it's posted'
Some stay to this day Christmas ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep?
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? who cares?}
is so crucial and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams afford
The young and old churches and dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the ghetto reaches and dope-fiends, huh
Cause who ain't able get it now can finally get it
Cause the ghetto Santa has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'
Livin' to a new of better thangs
Celebrate it some Champagne, ha ha, check it

Santa Claus is straight to the ghetto

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

Back then, you woke up to the sound of "I Saw Mama Santa"
you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man with joy
Down ya with toys for lil' girls and boys
up, I jumped up before 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 sleigh parlayed and pushed 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 come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed
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, good moods, and what's better than together with people
When wishers give a by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
Pinch the for being a holiday villain
greetings, all the proceedings
Are to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an fire
Singin' my jingle, is Kris Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't even
I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to me out
And all I want for Christmas is my 6-4
And a for her grandmother Beverly
Ain't that Nah, ain't that nothin'
How Christmas time and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, still nappy
Gonna steal a for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the
Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and gon' be fine
at ya folks, boy, it's 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

Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin'
To be ate after everything off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and
On the table, are we able to tonight?
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to off
'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this bandana
Messin' with the that's up under the three
Look Santa Claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm to see, the whole picture gettin' clearer
How we have messed I 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 Mom's private

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto