Luyện nghe bài hát Bada Bing

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

Doom, your reputation you
Wail 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 them sent it from the other time
Before everybody and they mother
What a crime is the same way
Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a pay

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

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

Then him a cold shoulder for a hour
And him take a gold 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 first queen wore hot knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop B

somethin' for your daily yay habit
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 much friend
What I spend, if I only touch her thighs then?
Why his widened?
He didn't know man had a nice surprise hidin'
Took pride in in a sly wise guy grin

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

He said her mama was old
God bless her soul
Now no more drama is role

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

Rules is rules, don't go
Stay on sale like a old made of mohair
Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone
Why everybody always pickin' on and doom?

it's him
Called up my lady, told her it's slim
Make me up a I need 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 have lost my number
You know what? You

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

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