Luyện nghe bài hát Santa's A Fat Bitch

Slay bells jingle-lin', jin' jingle-lin'
Horses, horses, horses,
Slay bells jingle-lin' jin' jingle-lin'

Santa Claus my balls drunk as hell
bells at the malls Dancer Prancer
Nixon and
get stupid, ha ha ha

Eh, I sat around all night the chimney
my sack like gimme gimme
I know that he's comin', he's
He must up nothin' but rust, dust

Turn on my TV the next day
I see your gettin' leadin the parade
I'm that on the buildin'
Listen to my nine go
Santa's a fat

Santa is a fat bitch
(Santa is a fat, fat, fat bitch)
Another year and I get shit
(Another I ain't get shit)
If I him land on my roof
(Ohh, my undertaker)
I'm a your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Yeah, I got somethin' to say St.Nick
Fuck that hoe he brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a of coal
So I eat it, 'cuz ain't nuttin' in the cupboard

So I'll be quick, quick and
All I need for is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, out my mouth
I a few numbers could you help me out

Should of known I guessed I'd not a steak
No gift I didn't get shit
say I was bad
But that it it's all because
Santa's a fat

Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa fuck you 'cuz a hoe)
Another year and I ain't got
(Another I ain't get shit)
If I him land on my roof
(Let's get his autograph)
I'm a your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

"Oh-ho-ho don't go way
Rudolf that's the ghetto those
and girls don't deserve anything"

Santa Claus, Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and on your chin
I guess you had time to your ends
You always been down for rich friends

But Rudolf, he don't his slay my way
Nothin' but dirt and coal for J
I guess you couldn't fit my chimney shaft
You need to some of that fat ass, eh

All the little rich bays gettin' paid
Countin' the and ducats they made
Me? I got a little half little of dog shit
I'm a that fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat
(He ate too McDonald's)
Another and I ain't get shit
(Mrs.Claus is a hoe)
If I hear him land on my
(Slice bitch in the big red coat)
I'm a your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

For the
and everything's whack
Not a stirrin' but a fuckin' rat
I ain't jingle bells I ain't hearin' nuttin'
smellin' no turkey sure as hell ain't no stuffin'

All that I wished and prayed
That fat mutha fucka swin' my way
off soldiers and rubber balls
But I woke up and some crusty old drawers

Just as I knew it shaft and again
And and again
year I wake up to the same old shit
House there be no sign of the fat

Santa is a fat bitch
(Santa is a fat bitch)
year and I ain't get shit
(Another year I get shit)
If I hear him land on my
(If I hear him on my roof)
I'm a bust ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth

Santa Claus is a fat
(Santa is a fat bitch)
Another year and I get shit
(I ain't shi-it)
If I hear him land on my
(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)
I'm a bust your ass in the

"He's got a fuzzy whit and a great big smile
A bright red hat you can see for a
A bag of goodies and a great big grin
Hear comes Santa again"