Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and Boyz 69
Prepare for the 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' 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, dat, true dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true 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

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you my theme song
Uh, that

So call me ball park
I pump when 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 caddy or bikini
So get ready, for the

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

Girl, you you's a winner
Tell me you want for dinner
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 can't too well
But I can make that swell
So before I up
Hold your breath and yourself good luck

This ain't I of Jeannie
And I ain't got no weenie
Just call me Kong
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,
Come on over for a of ping pong
I'll serve 'cause girl, I ya
Pass ya 'round and lemme ya

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

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

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to 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, true dat, dat, true dat

the Booty Man

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

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

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

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

I got left jabs and jabs
And I'ma hit you the belt
I to the surgeon general
He said was good for your health, uh

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

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

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