Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please 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 Boyz in the house, dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it 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, true dat, dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Yo, don't try to fake the on
Go on, you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get
Get back, get back, uhh

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

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

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

Girl, you you's a winner
me what 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 you a sweet song
Or the one that's feedin' you

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

This ain't I Dream of
And I got no teeny weenie
Just call me King
Leader of the pack it comes to ding-dong

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, 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
ya 'round and lemme spike ya

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

Or an extra crispy Dom
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you 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 go wrong
this 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, weenie-time
95 South with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're weak
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

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

Hot smoked sausages and salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot dogs sho' 'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too
'Cause you know you might get
But you can't play around with a sandwich
it ain't no joke

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

I got left jabs and jabs
And I'ma hit you the belt
I talked to the surgeon
He ding-a-ling 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, dat, true dat, true dat

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