Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

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

baby
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

Now all know
it's eight twenty-four
He be looking at the for the ho ho ho
I know
When a Christmas uptown
no chimney for santa to come down

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

and milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, wrapped in a
I'm on this fat red suit wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next to me
A gift here, there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb to braid her nappy hair
But we go again waiting on the enemy
To down the chimney
Look here, that ain't

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

Santa baby, are you real?
kringle
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We some jobs in the ghetto
Too much gangbanging kids are playin
I hear the church bells
On eve
I
me
Forget the and the shopping lists
And the new
Your falling for tricks
(You better him)

baby
Just slip a benzo the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry down the chimney

the gritty-the grimy
The low down, the
Yo sticky, christmas time in the
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start rippin'

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

On December 25th I knew I getting jack
When I saw Claus on the corner buying crack
I ran up on him with the Cadillac and him "yo what's up with that? "
He said "There ain't no Christmas kid" and I can't get him
in the days, Christmas was deep
My moms put under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus gave me nuthin
Seen them mad faces, lying and
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and stay awhile, kick it with god's
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That claus is a black man
up

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

baby
Just slip a benzo under the for me