Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and them 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause ding-a-ling time
It no interruption, so please unplug the phone
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
Backed up by the 95 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, 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

Yo, don't try to 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' ground beef
Backed up by a glass of T
And you know my song
Uh, ding-a-long

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

'Cause I run you like a track
I can't wait, so in the back 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 you's a
Tell me you want 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 too well
But I can make that swell
So I push up
Hold breath and wish yourself good luck

This ain't I Dream of
And I got no teeny weenie
call me King Kong
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 of ping pong
I'll serve 'cause girl, I ya
ya 'round and lemme spike 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
I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to her
'Cause a nigga 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 but plumbers, you're gettin' weak
I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, go to the ball game
If hungry, I'll 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, try to eat too much
you know you might get choked
But you can't play around 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 your glove if you want this
So step inside the

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