Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the
And get for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Who, da dat, da dat, da dat)

Yeah, 69 in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

Yo, try to fake the funk on
Go on, you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get
Get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' well-done beef
up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my song
Uh, that

So call me ball park
'Cause I pump you click your jaw
And girl, I'm you took it all

'Cause I run you a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back
In your or bikini
So get ready, for the

And you the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding,

Girl, you know you's a
me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat,

us, help us, 68
Who do you
The one that's you a sweet song
Or the one that's feedin' you

I can't sing too well
But I can make kitty-cat swell
So before I up
Hold your breath and wish yourself good

ain't I Dream of Jeannie
And I got no teeny weenie
Just me King Kong
Leader of the pack when it comes to

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Come on over for a game of ping
I'll serve girl, I like ya
Pass ya and lemme spike ya

So let a get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm
Call ya up one night to
Put in your order for a 3 ding-a-ling

Or an extra Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a
'Cause I you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog

Hey yo, fellas, you to keep her
'Cause a nigga like creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go
With this ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

It's the Man

C'mon, c'mon, weenie-time
95 South with 69
Ain't but plumbers, you're gettin' weak
I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, let's go to the game
If you're hungry, feed ya
I got a menu, so let me ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty
And great, big ol' hot dogs sho' 'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too
'Cause you know you might get
But you can't around with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no

So when you come to fight tonight
Be for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring your glove if you want love
So inside the ring

I got left jabs and jabs
And hit you below the belt
I to the surgeon general
He said ding-a-ling was for your health, uh

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat
...