Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

It was December 24 on after the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and the strangest remark
He said giving was his living and I had to take part
So I grabbed a bag of and I hopped up on his cart
I laced the pockets of the and gave the hoodie a play
Dropped some dollars up on hollis and I on my way
I hear jingle Mr. Kringle peep the single, my man
So Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

Santa
Just slip a benzo the tree for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry the chimney tonight

Now all mase
When it's twenty-four
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
'Cause I
When there's a uptown
Ain't no chimney for santa to come

Now to me, pd I had a lot
Appreciated everything I got
I used to take my pops
Who ain't me shaking the box
I knew I couldn't wait till it turned 12 o'clock

Cookies and
Satin and
I'm chillin in the room, wrapped in a quilt
I'm on this fat red suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my next door to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her hair
But here we go again waiting on the
To down the chimney
Look here, that reality

Santa
Just a benzo under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the tonight

Santa baby, are you real?
kringle
Let me see you make my jingle (ching ching)
We need some in the ghetto
Too gangbanging where kids are playin
I the church bells ringing
On eve
I
me
Forget the gifts and the shopping
And the new
Your falling for tricks
(You praise him)

Santa
Just slip a under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the tonight

the gritty-the grimy
The low down, the
Yo sticky, time in the city
Late night, are bright
We rocked!
With the 50 St.
Start this

It's the Grinch who stole
Climbin' ya chimney
open up they gifts
They all be empty
Just like was
I to say it
But if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had nuthin to wit!

On December 25th I knew I wasn't jack
When I saw Santa Claus on the corner crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and asked him "yo up with that? "
He said "There ain't no kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, was deep
My put presents under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus never gave me
Seen them mad faces, and frontin
So do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris
Come and stay awhile, it with god's angel
Take and acknowledge my wisdom and
That santa is a black man
up

Santa
Just slip a under the tree for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry down the tonight

Santa
Just a benzo under the tree for me