Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling
It ain't no interruption, so unplug the phone
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 Boyz in the house, dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes this, c'mon

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

Yo, don't try to the funk on
Go on, you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So kitty-cat, get back, get back
Get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' ground beef
Backed up by a glass of T
And you know my song
Uh, that

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

'Cause I run you like a meet
I can't wait, so jump in the seat
In caddy or bikini
So get ready, for the

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

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

Help us, us, 68
Who do you
The one that's singin' you a song
Or the one that's you ding-dong?

'Cause I sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat
So I push up
your breath and wish yourself good luck

This I Dream of Jeannie
And I got no teeny weenie
Just call me King
Leader of the pack when it to ding-dong

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
ya 'round and lemme spike ya

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

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

Hey yo, fellas, you to keep her
'Cause a nigga like creep her
Hey yo, girl, you go wrong
With ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong

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

It's the Man

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

And it no shame
Hey girl, go to the ball game
If hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty
And great, big ol' hot dogs that'll sho' 'nuff ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too
you know you might get choked
But you can't play around with a sandwich
it ain't no joke

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

I got left jabs and right
And I'ma hit you 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, 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
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