Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass
Bomb, I you got that bomb, bomb pussy

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(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel
Just the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me by the store
Get a twelve pack of plus a ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7, need a graze road
I'm blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be
To four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I told "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of
Busted in, Henny to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head a toxic
some pretty girls in here; I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that that sing 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to out who I'm gon' hit; aww, shit

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Ma up like, "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a in the bathroom, seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggas on the door drunk, actin' silly
The said, "can I be in yo' video?"
I'm "yeah!" Oh really?
Now she naked, strip teasing; me, I'm cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn
Handled that, told ol' G the camera
Then I thought about no footage I ram her
Walked out the smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit' some girls lookin' like they an island

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make ya mammary glands
Got 'em under control, the of tender vittles
Doctor giggles, I stop until it tickles
Just a little "D," and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit' no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt good since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the wit' a ghetto tempo
I blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm wit' at the Holiday Inn

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[Snoop
Yeah, let the begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling-ling all the way in St.
My nigga disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some
Oh wee, and light that icky
And we do the damn thing
what I'm talking 'bout?
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't nothing but chillin'
We and nuttin'
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle,
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this
You can't out run the pimpin',
I told you