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 you got that bomb, bomb pussy

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

Peeps call me up, it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor; already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the
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 already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' he in the game and must be winning
To four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
three girls 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, me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a waste
There's some pretty in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I ain't come to (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww,

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

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

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
all the way in St. Louis
My nigga disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda going on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, DSOP
Oh wee, and that sticky icky
And we gon' do the thing
Know what I'm talking
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking So push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin',
I done you