Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

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

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be some mo'
up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three on the elevator like "wassup"
I em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I em whispering
Talking bout "that's dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I come to sit (sit)
I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

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

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya
call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it
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 these balls are not
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't felt this good, since my wood off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, the beat, 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 Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we gone do the damn
Now what I'm talking
We gon' the peace right now
we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
Know what I'm talking bout, so the button
You know happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the bitch, I done told you