Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

[D] Ring [F] Ring ding
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring motherfuckers
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring
[D] Ring ding [F] Ring
[D] Ring ding [F] king motherfuckers

Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells the nation, ain't nuttin changed
Still motherfuckers at point blank range
If I ain't in it to win it I be in it
It's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' co-defendant)
This little can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his
of Def Jam while you're Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted props in cause he's the last villain

[Lil'
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} What's my name?
{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Fame"*}
We bells (ring ding) ring ding
with that swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
The way, show you how
motherfuckers jump up, motherfuckers get down..
Anybody asks to battle
you better pass, cause kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people and seen the movie "Posse"
but ain't seen a POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it hard to tell kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's ringin

[Lil'
Yo, we makin moves the herbs lookin silly
Cause Bill and Fame'll spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz calm down and the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta the ruckus..

Danze]
.. I'ma kill one of you
Give me my propers (ring ding, it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split shit
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you know
If it ain't the M.O.P. check this and you gotta go
Let me show you I'm AT, cause I'm FAT
Give me my propers THAT, or I'll lay you on your fuckin back
I you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when-
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be
(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah is a real nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill
I'm ringin on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and mine it
Word is bond we got it on no need for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it
I'm out, get witcha player homes

Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga
(Yeah, to my nigga man)
To my Pit
(My Bo)
nigga McGruff
(Prince Leroy, in peace)
McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my Big Nal, rest in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
My nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy
Boo Bang under the B's, Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home kid
Figga Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,