Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and them 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's time
It ain't no interruption, so unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling
(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 and it goes like this, c'mon

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
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 kitty-cat, get back, get back
Get back, get back, uhh

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

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

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

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

Girl, you you's a winner
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 singin' you a sweet song
Or the one feedin' you ding-dong?

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

This ain't I Dream of
And I ain't got no teeny
Just call me Kong
Leader of the pack when it to ding-dong

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, 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 'cause girl, I ya
Pass ya 'round and spike ya

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

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

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

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

It's the Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's
95 down with 69
nuttin' but plumbers, you're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya

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

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

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

I got jabs and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the
I talked to the surgeon
He ding-a-ling was good for your health, uh

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
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