Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the
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
up by the 95 South 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, dat, true dat, true 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
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you know my song
Uh, that

So just call me park
'Cause I pump when you 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 your caddy or
So get ready, for the

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

Girl, you know you's a
Tell me what you want for
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 feedin' you

'Cause I can't sing too
But I can that kitty-cat swell
So I push up
your breath and wish yourself good luck

This ain't I of Jeannie
And I ain't got no teeny
Just call me King
Leader of the pack when it comes to

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

So let a get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm
Call ya up one night to
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 with Dom till you asleep
Call me Black, or Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to her
'Cause a nigga like 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 South down 69
Ain't but plumbers, you're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

And it no shame
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 and some salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot that'll sho' 'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, try to eat too much
'Cause you know you get choked
But you can't around 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 inside the ring

I got left jabs and jabs
And I'ma hit you the belt
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, dat, true dat, true dat

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