Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the
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
up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, 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, don't try to 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 theme
Uh, ding-a-long

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

'Cause I run you like a 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 know you's a
Tell me what you for dinner
How a six-pack of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat,

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

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

This ain't I Dream of
And I ain't got no teeny
Just call me Kong
of the pack 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
I'll 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya and lemme spike ya

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

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

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

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

the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, weenie-time
95 down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're gettin'
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll ya
I got a menu, so let me ya

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

So you come 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 right
And I'ma hit you below the
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, true dat, dat

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