Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

Not a lot of
When he do the thing, bada boom, bada
From the to the tomb
Get that ricotta, bada bing, boom

Doom, your precedes you
Wail till you and see what we do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, one to know one
know, it's unscented

Yo son, demented them sent it from the other time
Before and they mother rhyme
What a beats is the same way
Make 'em wanna hit the with the heat for a lame's pay

Game day, flag on the play, helmet
on the suede from the gem drop of well spit
He didn't listen, titty kissin' the glistened
Dependin' on what what position you're sittin'

In the pissy wind, is this whistlin'?
Who let the spinnin' djinn in?
The again? Without a doubt, that's his name
Don't play it out or spray it, when you say it out your

gave him a cold shoulder for a hour
And told him take a gold shower for funk, soul power
Stocky, and cocky
like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky

Rhymed in a broken English slang, not
Thirteen, his first queen hot knock knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop B

Hold somethin' for daily yay habit
Then go, like ricochet rabbit
How 'bout the sicko say it?
There's in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted

And Heineken, I him much obliged friend
What I spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
Why his eyes
He didn't know your man had a nice hidin'
Took pride in ridin' in a sly wise guy

recognize real on the microphone
The wheels are steel
Please, at least respect ideals
How you got her walkin' along the stroll in heels?

He said her was gettin' old
God bless her poor
Now no more is your role

to the head
He know a lot of can't wait till he dead
Lead to go, a ho, to a strange whack housewife
Only thing he will change his back do', how trife

Rules is rules, go there
Stay on sale a old coat made of mohair
Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Ranger
Why always pickin' on danger and doom?

Maybe him
up my lady, told her baby it's slim
Make me up a margarita I to take a swim
Tell them kids remember school, if let 'em out, cool
But get the hell out the pool

Hey shithead, it's me
And you know what? I heard, it's all done now
And somehow, I guess you must lost my number
You know what? You

You suck, your music
And I hate your stupid metal face
I hope you burn, you're down
This is the last big mistake, ever make
You suck, I hate your

But, if there is project in the future
Please me in mind, thank you