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 and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the block but be for the heart, because it's posted'
Some stay to this day that ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta give the his day
Tell me, tell me, do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do hungry and the got to eat? {But who cares?}
is so crucial and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this they hopes and dreams can't afford
The and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard 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 Champagne, ha ha, check 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 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 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 jolly joy
Down ya chimney with toys for 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 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 nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us washed dumb
And you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas 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 Merry

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Frost chillin'
Pinch the for being a holiday villain
Season's greetings, all the
Are brought to you by the church where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open
my jingle, where is Kris Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't even
I stayed in the house, where the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I want for is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her grandmother
that somethin'? Nah, ain't that nothin'
How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's steady
Everybody happy, hair still
Gonna steal a for my old grandpappy
me giving out turkeys at the church-house
Don't try to work me, stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, goin' 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 Claus is straight to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the
Girls and boys full off joy the season cheer
Smell the sky, pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything gone off plate
But wait, not tonight it's beans and rice
On the table, are we able to tonight?
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door see Santa
Now who the hell is this in blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the
like Santa Claus been crossed 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, it's I've be deceived
And thank the same trick for the gifts I
So I creep back, and act like I even peeped it
This'll be me and private secret

Claus is coming straight to the ghetto