Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

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

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

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

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

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

Then gave him a cold shoulder for a
And told him take a gold shower for fakin' funk, soul
Stocky, and cocky
Looked like Apollo Creed after he with Rocky

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

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

And Heineken, I told him much obliged
What I gotta spend, if I touch her thighs then?
Why his widened?
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 respect your ideals
How you got her walkin' along the stroll in heels?

He her mama was gettin' old
God her poor soul
Now no more is your role

to the head
He a lot of haters 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, don't go
Stay on like a old coat made of mohair
a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger
Why everybody pickin' on danger and doom?

it's him
Called up my lady, told her baby 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 from out the

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

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

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