Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Claus Goes Straight to The Ghetto

It's 12.30 AM, Eve
I'm out with the and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and
Down the block but be careful for the heart, it's posted'
Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but day
But, out of respect, I give the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? who cares?}
Life is so and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this world hopes and dreams can't afford
The young and old churches and dreams, seasonal things
throughout the ghetto reaches 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 of better thangs
Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, it

Claus is coming straight 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 day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A fifth of Hendog and told me to my mind off that weed
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 woke up to the of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you remenisce on the old Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man with joy
ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up the sun peeped in
And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin' 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, ain't no sign, but everything under this in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing, got us brain washed dumb
And you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot
Cause it's the time to get 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

Claus is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
the Grinch for being a holiday 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, is Kris Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't shout
I even stayed in the house, where the homies tried to me out
And all I want for is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her Beverly
that somethin'? Nah, ain't that nothin'
How it's Christmas time and my steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair nappy
Gonna steal a for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out at the church-house
Don't try to work me, just stand in the and everything gon' be fine
at ya folks, boy, it's goin' down
Ain't no from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound
And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy the season cheer
the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate everything gone off your plate
But wait, not it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we to proceed tonight?
I what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the song
Hopin' I open the door I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is in this blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the
Look like Santa Claus been to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole gettin' clearer
How we have messed I says best get
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
be me and Mom's private secret

Santa Claus is coming straight to the