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', postin' up with eggnog up up] in my cup
Rudolph and Moses] lil' bang-bangin' and coastin'
Down the block but be careful for the heart, because it's
Some stay to this day that Christmas ain't nothing but 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? who cares?}
Life is so crucial and cold, [it's worse] for the
In this world they and dreams can't afford
The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal
Heard throughout the reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Cause those who able get it now can finally get it
Cause the ghetto Claus has sprinkled the hood and now we ballin'
to a new year of better thangs
Celebrate it with some Champagne, ha ha, 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 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 off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big 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' and boys
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 that 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 nine'll do fine 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 together with your people
wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas

Santa Claus is coming straight to the

Santa Claus on the ceiling, Jack chillin'
Pinch the Grinch for being a villain
greetings, all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts on an open fire
my jingle, where is Kris Kringle
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 Beverly
Ain't that somethin'? Nah, ain't that
How it's Christmas time and my rhyme's bumpin'
Everybody happy, hair still
Gonna steal a for my old grandpappy
me giving out turkeys at the church-house
Don't try to work me, just stand in the and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, goin' down
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Pound
And we passin' out gifts, up spliffs
Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? you dig it}

Santa Claus is coming to the ghetto

Eve, by the leaves, every 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 everything off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and
On the table, are we able to proceed
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 open the I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this bandana
Messin' with the that's up under the three
Look like Claus been crossed to a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see, the whole picture clearer
How we have messed I says best get
Mirror, mirror, please, seemed I've be deceived
And thank the same trick for the 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 to the ghetto