Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

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

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

Yo son, demented when them sent it 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, on the play, improper helmet
Drag on the from the gem drop of well spit
He didn't listen, kissin' the city glistened
Dependin' on what from position you're sittin'

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

Then him a cold shoulder for a hour
And told him take a shower for fakin' funk, soul power
Stocky, short and
like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky

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

Hold somethin' for your daily yay
Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet
How 'bout the say stab it?
There's liquor in the and a slicker for the crafted

And Heineken, I told him obliged friend
What I gotta spend, if I only her thighs then?
Why his widened?
He know your man had a nice surprise hidin'
Took pride in ridin' in a sly guy grin

recognize real on the microphone
The wheels are mechanized
Please, at least your ideals
How you got her walkin' along the in high heels?

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, if there is another project in the
keep me in mind, thank you