Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you four of your friends?
(What we do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
Just bring the there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on 2-7, need a natural graze road
I'm blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' he in the game and must be winning
To room I'm headed; on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
They I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit' ding-a-ling."
on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a waste
There's some girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma showed up like, "what's the up?"
Man know what get wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom, seeing poppin'
You what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggas knocking on the door drunk, actin'
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm like "yeah!" Oh
Now she naked, teasing; me, I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, ol' G bring the camera
Then I about no footage while I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit' girls lookin' like they from an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little; make ya glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of vittles
Doctor giggles, I can't until it tickles
Just a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My chinky; I'm wit' Chingy at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy disturbing tha
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring of ya friends
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gon' do the thing
Know what I'm 'bout?
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I done you