Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please the phone
And get ready for the 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 like this,

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

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

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground
up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my theme
Uh, ding-a-long

So just call me ball
'Cause I when you click your jaw
And girl, I'm surprised you 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 know the words, so along
And for the ding-ding, ding-along

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

us, help us, 68
Who do you
The one that's singin' you a sweet
Or the one feedin' you ding-dong?

I can't sing too well
But I can make that swell
So before I up
Hold your breath and yourself good luck

ain't I Dream of Jeannie
And I ain't got no weenie
Just call me King
Leader of the pack it comes 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,
on over for a game of ping pong
I'll 'cause 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 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 Dog Sheep

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

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

the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's
95 South with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're weak
I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, let's go to the ball
If you're hungry, I'll 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
'Cause you you might get choked
But you can't play with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no

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

I got left and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the
I talked to the general
He said ding-a-ling was good for 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, dat, true dat, true dat
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