Luyện nghe bài hát Santa's A Fat Bitch

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

Santa Claus suck my balls as hell
Ringin' bells at the malls Prancer
and Cupid
get stupid, ha ha ha

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

Turn on my TV the very day
I see your gettin' paid the parade
I'm that on the buildin'
Listen to my nine go
a fat bitch

Santa Claus is a fat
(Santa is a fat, fat, fat bitch)
Another year and I get shit
(Another year I 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 to say about St.Nick
that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, canes, just a lump of coal
So I eat it, 'cuz ain't nuttin' in the cupboard

So I'll be quick, and brief
All I need for Christmas is my two teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my
I need a few numbers you help me out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All I paid wished and prayed
fat mutha fucka would swin' my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber
But I up and found some crusty old drawers

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

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

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

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