Luyện nghe bài hát Ching Ching

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I up today?

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I up today?

Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to your glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' cash
People was seein' you pass, like right through the
I brought you the private, wit the gates

Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real
roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
Why your keepin' them tabs, and me for
It cost every minute and you I'm on tour

And I'm committed, although I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while hittin' it ,different would slip
If I wit a chick, check me miss
Your complexion switched, honey you on trips

But you don't appreciate this, till back in the Jetta
No iceberg you own, Angelica's sweaters
If the ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
Hun is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
And I say

about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, ,bling?
What about the money that I spent up
What about his ching, ching,
What about his bling, bling,
about his money that I spent up today?

What my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up
What about his ching, ching,
What his bling, bling, bling?
What his money that I spent up today?

Boy you act like I need ya, down wit amnesia
Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in us
Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you
Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your

though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
I deserve them dollars, trip to the and Porsche rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your
messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow

So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them
I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them
I cleaned up your spot, poured brandy and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, lied to the cops

Played your wife and mother, cousin, sister and brother
lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to the score
You my time, boy, but what about mine boy

about your ching, ching, ching?
What about bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money
What your ching, ching, ching?
What about bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money

What your ching, ching, ching?
What about bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money
What about your ching, ching,
What your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money

Boy money ain't everything, married minus the
Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on and boats
I gave you way more, can't 'bout all your bulls
day one it was ours it never was yours

Uh, look at the bigger picture, the ghetto scripture
your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer
No frontin' in that there, Ms. is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my will be callin' you

All this money that he's spendin', you owe me
I wanna tell him not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him I'm alive
I'm gonna be and you need peace and tender all up in his life
Yeah, yeah,

What about my ching, ching,
What about my bling, bling,
What the money that I spent up today?
about my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up

What about my ching, ching,
What about my bling, bling,
What about the money I spent up today?
What my ching, ching, ching?
about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the that I spent up today?