Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got bomb ass pussy
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 gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One leading to another let the party begin

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

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet look he in the game and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit 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 toxic
There's some girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to 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 gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Ma up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggaz on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha
Then I thought about, no while I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll 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 ain't felt good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done 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 peeps won't you bring four of friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My nigga Chingy, Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, hard on you hoes
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we gone do the thing
Now what I'm bout
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you