Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

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

Doom, reputation precedes you
Wail till you crack and see we do, you dweeb you
No pun intended, one to know one
We'll know, it's

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

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

In the pissy wind, is thing 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 fakin' funk, power
Stocky, short and
Looked like Apollo Creed he fought with Rocky

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

Hold somethin' for your yay habit
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing ricochet rabbit
How the sicko say stab it?
There's liquor in the cabinet and a for the crafted

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

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

He said her mama was old
God her poor soul
Now no drama is your role

Straight to the
He know a lot of haters wait till he dead
Lead to go, like a ho, to a whack housewife
Only thing he know will change his back do', how

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

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

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

You suck, music sucks
And I hate your sucky stupid face
I you burn, you're going down
This is the big mistake, you'll ever make
You suck, I your guts

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