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 with [head up up] in my cup
Rudolph and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the 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 give the Lord his day
Tell me, me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do hungry and the needy-greedy's got to eat? {But who
Life is so crucial and cold, [it's for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams can't
The and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who ain't able get it now can get it
Cause the ghetto Santa Claus has the hood and now we ballin'
Livin' to a new of better thangs
Celebrate it with Champagne, ha ha, check it

Santa Claus is straight to the ghetto

Now on the first day of Christmas, my gave to me
A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up
Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy to me
A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off weed
Now by the day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but to me

Back then, you woke up to the sound of "I Saw Mama 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 up before the sun peeped 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 that parlayed and pushed a fat guy
I sigh, ain't no sign, but under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain washed
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, moods, and what's better than together with your people
When wishers give a by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Santa on the ceiling, Jack 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 on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
I didn't pop, I ain't even
I even stayed in the house, where the tried to sneak me out
And all I for Christmas is my 6-4 Chevrolet
And a granddaughter for her grandmother
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, ain't that
How it's Christmas and my rhyme's 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, just in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's down
Ain't no from no elves, just 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, every 6 the year
Girls and full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes baked
To be ate after everything gone off your
But wait, not tonight it's beans and rice
On the table, are we to proceed tonight?
I wonder what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to off
'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I the door I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is this in blue bandana
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the
Look like Santa been 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 seemed be deceived
And thank the same for the gifts I receive
So I back, and act like I ain't even peeped it
This'll be me and private secret

Santa Claus is coming straight to the