Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Baby

1: Run

It was December 24 on Hollis after the
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
some dollars up on Hollis and I went on my way
I hear your jingle Mr. peep the single, my man
so Santa hit a brotha off and as quick as you can!

Santa
Just slip a Benzo under the for me
A '98 convertible, blue
I'm for a fly guy, like you
So hurry the chimney tonight...

Verse 3:

Now all know
When its eight
He be at the door for the ho ho ho
I know
When theres a uptown
Ain't no for santa to come down

Verse 4: Puffy

Now to me, PD I had
everything that I got
Though I used to take my
Who aint caught me the box
Cause I knew I couldn't till it turned 12 o'clock

Verse 5: Doggy Dogg

and Milk
Satin and
I'm chillin in the living room, in a quilt
I'm waiting on 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
here we go again waiting on the enemy
To slide down the
Look here, ain't reality

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

Verse 6: Salt &

Santa Baby, are you real?
Chris
Let me see you make my pockets (ching ching)
We need some jobs in the
Too much where kids are playin
I hear the church bells
On eve
I
me
Forget the and the shopping lists
And the new
just falling for tricks
(you better him)

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

7: Fredro Starr

It's the gritty-the
The low down, the
Yo Sticky, christmas in the city
Late night, stars are
We rocked!
the 50 St. Nicholas
Start rippin

Verse 8: Sticky

Its the who stole christmas
Climbin down ya
Kids up they gifts
They all be empty
like mine was
I to say it
But if I wasnt a boy I wouldnt have had to play wit!

9: Keith Murray

On December I knew I wasn't getting jack
when I saw Santa Claus on the corner crack
I ran up on him with the (blur) and him "yo whats up with that?"
He said "there aint no kid" and I can't get him back
Back in the days, Christmas was
My moms put under the tree while I played sleep
And peeped ha! Santa Claus gave me nuthin
Seen mad faces, lying and frontin
So do good to the ghetto, Mr. Chris Kringle
Come and awhile, kick it with God's Angel
and acknowledge my wisdom and understand
That Claus is a black man
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Santa
Just slip a Benzo the tree for me
A '98 convertible, light
I'm looking for a fly guy, you
So hurry down the chimney