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', up with 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'
stay to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta the Lord 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?}
Life is so and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this they hopes and dreams can't afford
The young and old and spiritual 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 Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we
to a new year 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 glue and 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 take my 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 up to the sound of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you remenisce on the old 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 Santa Claus creepin' 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, no sign, but everything under this 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 brain dumb
And you find, it ain't 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 together with your people
wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost
Pinch the for being a holiday villain
greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
I didn't pop, I even shout
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 for her grandmother Beverly
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, that nothin'
How it's Christmas time and my steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, still nappy
steal a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me 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, it's goin'
Ain't no help from no elves, Tha Dogg Pound
And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up
on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes baked
To be ate after gone 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
Three 'o clock in my socks I the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this bandana
Messin' with the that's 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 I says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, seemed I've be deceived
And thank the same trick for the gifts I
So I creep back, and act like I ain't peeped it
This'll be me and private secret

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto