Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae Inn

Bomb ass
Ma ooh, you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma, I know you got that bomb pussy

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One thing to another, let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae In
(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
One thing leading to another, let the party

Peeps call me up, said it's a party
Just bring the liquor, already eight shawties
I'm on my way, let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on highway 270, needin' Natural Bridge
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, still spinning
look like he in the game and must be winning

To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the like, Wassup
I told 'em me, they knew I had it cracking B
One said, "Ain't you boy that be on BET?"

Ya that's me, equipped wit much ding-a-ling
on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty girls in here, I 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that sing Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't to sit
I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each and sip on some Henn'
One leading to another, let the party begin

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

Ma up like, "What's the hold up?"
Man know what get wraps and roll up
I a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, off and panties dropping

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, silly
The said, "Can I be in yo video", I'm like, "Yeah", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen

Handled that, ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' they from an island

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on other and sip on some Henn'
One thing leading to another, let the begin

Stop, drop, kaboom, baby rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the bowl of biddles

Doctor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little D and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My chinky, I'm wit Chingy at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin'?)
chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
on each other and sip on some Henn'
One thing to another, let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some
One leading to another, let the party begin

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace

Luda, Luda, going on you hoes
Yeah bitch, four of ya friends
me at the Holidae In
Bring a of that Henn', some D S O P

Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm talking
We gon' disturb the right now

Yeah we doing nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't outrun the pimpin' bitch, I done you
You can hide in Atlanta, you can hide in St.