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' 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 give the his day
Tell me, me, where do the homies and bums got to sleep? {Nowhere}
Where do hungry and the got to eat? {But who cares?}
is so crucial and cold, [it's worse] for the children
In this world they hopes and dreams can't
The young and old and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who ain't able get it now can get it
Cause the ghetto Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'
Livin' to a new of better thangs
Celebrate it some Champagne, ha ha, check it

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

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

Back then, you woke up to the of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas
Gifts, a fat man jolly with 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 creepin' down 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, ain't no sign, but everything under this tree in my is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year
I try to see the same thing, they got us brain dumb
And when you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas mean a lot
it's the time to get together and give all you got
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with people
When give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Santa is coming straight to the ghetto

Claus on the ceiling, Jack Frost chillin'
Pinch the for being a holiday villain
Season's greetings, all the
Are brought to you by the house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts on an open fire
my jingle, where is Kris Kringle
I didn't pop, I ain't shout
I even 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 and my rhyme's steady bumpin'
Everybody happy, still nappy
Gonna a gift for my old grandpappy
Catch me giving out turkeys at the
try to work 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, Tha Dogg Pound
And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up
on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it}

Santa Claus is straight to the ghetto

Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the
and boys full 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 it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we to proceed tonight?
I what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the
like Santa Claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the picture gettin' clearer
How we have messed I says 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 even it
be me and Mom's private secret

Santa Claus is straight to the ghetto