Luyện nghe bài hát It's The Holidaze

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(Holla at a pimp)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel

Cook somethin' serve somethin', like George Girv
Fingaroll Irv somethin', smoke sometin'
'Cuz it's the holidaze, get ya dolla daze, pop a plaze
I'm through wit' the brand new light blue
Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't my shit
Got the whole family on the law, so be jealous

Like that nigga marcellous but get overzealous
And try to ball a nigga who play double headas 'cuz
I'll pull out the double
Cock 'em back and treat you like you met us
So this year fill ya heart wit' cheer or disappear
Holla if ya clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha
I got your Christmas list but I ain't buyin' you

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya
(I'm on my way)
shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you gonna do for the
(You know, I'm comin' for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the
(I'm comin' to scoop you for the holidaze)

Connect gang-ga-gang
Connect
Connect

Ba boom, guess who in the room
Off the liquor loc C-walkin' under the
Shoppin' cookies, bag full of
Smokin' out your city with this blue berry icky
WC off the my witness
And them high for a Ghetto fucking Christmas
Hit the flossin', I got's to rap
Three with the Konjak on my bud nyya

Gangsta Gangsta got 'em my way
'Cuz I got the new "West Class" in the
the corner, put it up on ya
Like threelik swing, swing, bling
Mad hoggin, bouncin, beer
Blindin' wit' the carrots in my ear
Another currin' out the gate, stack big heads
Dub tryin' get me Tween some nyya

Tell ya that I'm comin' by
(Skip, skip)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(Don't trip)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off
And you really feel alright

I know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(Say I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the
(I'm comin' to fuck you for the holidaze)

Holla at a pimp, holla at a

It's that of year I got a Sack of Scrizzla
And meants for the whitening and Chinchilla
I know my momma cooked, I can wait
I'm hungry so I come through hand me a plate
Or that down hun southern cook jam
Now on the ham, but heavy on the candy jam
I see you lookin' at me out
(No doubt)

Pull up in a bentley straight out
Heavy metal, extreame and bugs
And only converse on my pedal 'cuz all I wear is
I'm greasin' G all down on my drawers
And you know I plained up like Santa
I grind and do I do to make a not
And the Cali weather ain't the only that's hot
Chicken Hawkin', I stay from guys that snitchin'
And though it's sunny I'm around hoes 'cuz I'm pitchin'

Tell ya people I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got shit that'll get ya high
(I'm do or die)
Talkin' 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna alright

I know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(What you do? I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the
(I'm comin' through to drink a for the holidaze)