Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please the phone
And get for the stabbin' 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, true dat, true dat, 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
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Yo, try to fake the funk 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 well-done ground beef
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you my theme song
Uh, that

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

'Cause I run you like a meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back
In your 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 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 singin' you a song
Or the one that's you ding-dong?

'Cause I can't too well
But I can make that kitty-cat
So before I up
Hold your breath and wish yourself luck

This I Dream of Jeannie
And I ain't got no weenie
call me King Kong
Leader of the pack 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,
on over for a game of ping pong
I'll serve 'cause girl, I 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 order 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 Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to her
'Cause a like 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

It's the Man

C'mon, c'mon, weenie-time
95 down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're weak
I'm deep 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 sausages and salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot dogs that'll sho' 'nuff fill ya up,
But yo, don't try to eat too
'Cause you you might get choked
But you can't play around with a sandwich
'Cause it ain't no

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

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