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', postin' up eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph and Moses] bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the but be careful for the heart, because it's posted'
Some to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but another day
But, out of respect, I gotta the Lord his day
me, tell me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to {But who cares?}
Life is so crucial and cold, worse] for the children
In this world they and dreams can't afford
The young and old and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
those 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 with Champagne, ha ha, check it

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy 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 me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but to me

Back then, you woke up to the of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man jolly joy
Down ya chimney with toys for lil' girls and
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 this tree in my is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do till next year come
I try to see the thing, they 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 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, Merry Christmas

Claus is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday
greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house 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 Christmas is my 6-4
And a granddaughter for her Beverly
Ain't somethin'? Nah, ain't that nothin'
How it's Christmas time and my steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair still
Gonna steal a gift for my old
Catch me out turkeys at the church-house
Don't try to me, just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's goin'
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg
And we out gifts, blazin' up spliffs
on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin'
To be ate everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and
On the table, are we to proceed tonight?
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the song
Hopin' when I open the door see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this bandana
Messin' with the boxes that's up the three
Look like Santa Claus been to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole picture clearer
How we have messed I says get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed be deceived
And the same trick for the gifts I receive
So I creep back, and act like I ain't even it
This'll be me and Mom's private

Santa Claus is coming straight to the