Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's time
It no interruption, so please unplug 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 in the house, believe 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, 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

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

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

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

I run you like a track 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 sing
And for the ding-ding, ding-along

Girl, you know a winner
Tell me what you 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 that's you ding-dong?

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

This I Dream of Jeannie
And I got no teeny weenie
Just call me King
Leader of the when 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 game of pong
serve 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and spike 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 extra Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you 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, true dat, true dat, dat

the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, weenie-time
95 South down 69
nuttin' but plumbers, you're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

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 and some 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 get choked
But you can't play with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no

So when you inside to fight tonight
Be ready for the
And you can your glove if you want this love
So step inside the

I got left jabs and right
And I'ma hit you the belt
I talked to the general
He said 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, dat, true dat
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