Luyện nghe bài hát Holidae In

Bomb ass
Bomb, oh, you got bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got 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 let the party begin

Peeps me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight
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 natural road
I'm already blowed; hit third, I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, parked, rims still spinning
lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the like "wassup"
I 'em: "follow me"
knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of
in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in here; I 'em whispering
Talking 'bout "that's that dude that 'Right Thurr'; he glistening."
I come to talk (talk), I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit; aww,

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

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Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby, rub on ya
Some call me Ludacris, some me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
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 the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but 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
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and
Getting brain in the rental, I did it again
My eyes chinky; I'm Chingy 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 Chingy tha peace
Luda, Luda hard on you hos
Yeah, bitch, bring four of ya
me at the Holiday Inn
Bring a of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gon' do the thing
what I'm talking 'bout?
We gon' the peace right now
Yeah, we doing nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and
Know what I'm 'bout? So push the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this
You out run the pimpin', bitch
I told you