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', up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph and lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
the block but be careful for the heart, because it's posted'
Some stay to this day that Christmas nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta the Lord his day
Tell me, tell me, where do the homies and got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}
Life is so and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In world they 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 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 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 homeboy to me
A fifth of and told 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 nuthin' but game to me

then, you woke up to the sound of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man with joy
Down ya chimney toys for lil' girls and boys
Pumped up, I jumped up before the sun in
And hoped to catch a Santa Claus 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 tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine next year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us washed dumb
And when you find, it ain't no Santa, still mean a lot
Cause it's the time to get and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with your
When give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Claus is coming straight to the ghetto

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 church house where we'll be
Chestnuts roastin' on an open
Singin' my jingle, is Kris Kringle
I pop, I ain't even shout
I even stayed in the house, the homies tried to sneak me out
And all I for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a for her grandmother Beverly
Ain't that Nah, ain't that nothin'
How it's Christmas and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair nappy
Gonna a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the
Don't try to me, just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's down
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Pound
And we passin' out gifts, 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 boys off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed
I what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door see Santa
Now who the is this in this blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes up under the three
Look like Santa Claus crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole gettin' clearer
How we have messed I says get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's I've be deceived
And thank the same 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 straight to the ghetto