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 eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it's
Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't 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 and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who cares?}
Life is so crucial and cold, worse] for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams afford
The young and old churches and 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 Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we
Livin' to a new year of thangs
it with some Champagne, ha ha, check it

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy to me
A sack of the glue and told me to smoke it up slowly
Now on the second day of Christmas, my gave to me
A of Hendog and told 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 Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat man 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 creepin' down 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 tree in my house is
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us washed dumb
And when you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still a lot
Cause it's the to get together and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and what's better than with your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Christmas

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Frost chillin'
Pinch the Grinch for being a holiday
Season's greetings, all the
Are to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't shout
I even stayed in the house, where the homies to sneak me out
And all I want for is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her Beverly
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, that nothin'
How it's Christmas time and my steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair still
Gonna steal a gift for my old
Catch me giving out turkeys at the
Don't try to work me, just stand in the line and everything be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, goin' down
no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound
And we out gifts, blazin' up spliffs
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the
Girls and full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin'
To be ate after everything off your plate
But wait, not it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's 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 blue bandana
with the boxes that's up under the three
Look like Santa Claus crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole picture gettin'
How we have I says best get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, seemed I've be deceived
And the same trick for the gifts I receive
So I creep back, and act I ain't even peeped it
This'll be me and Mom's secret

Claus is coming straight to the ghetto