Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling
(Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Who, da dat, da dat, da dat)

Yeah, 69 in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it like this, c'mon

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Yo, don't try to fake the on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the
So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get
Get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm well-done ground beef
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you my theme song
Uh, that

So just call me ball
'Cause I pump you click your jaw
And girl, I'm you took it all

'Cause I run you a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back
In your caddy or
So get ready, for the

And you know the words, so along
And prepare for the ding-ding,

Girl, you know you's a
me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat,

us, help us, 68
Who do you
The one that's you a sweet song
Or the one feedin' you ding-dong?

'Cause I sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat
So before I up
Hold your breath and wish good luck

This ain't I Dream of
And I ain't got no teeny
call me King Kong
Leader of the pack it comes to ding-dong

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Come on over for a game of ping
I'll serve 'cause girl, I ya
ya 'round and lemme spike ya

So let a get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm
ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3 piece

Or an extra crispy Dom
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall
Call me Black, or Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to her
'Cause a nigga like creep her
Hey yo, girl, you go wrong
With this ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat

It's the Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's
95 South with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're weak
I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, let's go to the ball
If you're hungry, I'll ya
I got a menu, so let me ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty
And great, big ol' hot dogs that'll sho' 'nuff fill ya up,
But yo, don't try to eat too
you know you might get choked
But you can't play with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no

So you come inside to fight tonight
Be for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring glove if you want this love
So step inside the

I got left jabs and right
And hit you below the belt
I talked to the general
He said ding-a-ling was for your health, uh

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat
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