Luyện nghe bài hát Santa's A Fat Bitch

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

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

Eh, I sat all night under the chimney
Holdin' my sack gimme gimme
I that he's comin', he's comin'
He must lookin' up nothin' but rust,

Turn on my TV the very day
I see your gettin' leadin the parade
I'm that sniper on the
Listen to my go click
Santa's a fat

Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa is a fat, fat, fat bitch)
Another and I ain't get shit
(Another year I get shit)
If I hear him on my roof
(Ohh, my undertaker)
I'm a bust your ass in the

Yeah, I got somethin' to say St.Nick
Fuck hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a of coal
So I eat it, there ain't nuttin' in the cupboard

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

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

Santa Claus is a fat
(Santa fuck you your a hoe)
Another and I ain't got shit
(Another year I 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 go that way
that's the ghetto ho-ho those
Boys and girls deserve anything"

Santa Claus, Santa where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on 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
but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit my chimney shaft
You need to loose of that fat ass, eh

All the little rich bays they gettin'
Countin' the toys and ducats they
Me? I got a half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill fat bitch

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

For the
Christmas and whack
Not a creature stirrin' but a rat
I ain't hearin' jingle bells I hearin' nuttin'
Aint smellin' no sure as hell ain't no stuffin'

All that I wished and prayed
That fat fucka would swin' my way
Drop off and rubber balls
But I woke up and found crusty old drawers

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

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

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