Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

[Billy
Yo, I'm ringin bells the nation, ain't nuttin changed
hittin motherfuckers at point blank range
If I in it to win it I wouldn't 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 his brain
Year of Def Jam while you're Chillin
Shorty wanted in hip-hop cause he's the last villain

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

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

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

Yo this one out to my motherfuckin nigga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my nigga man)
To my Pit
(My Bo)
That McGruff
(Prince Leroy, in peace)
Spud McKenzie, rest in
(To my brother Big Nal, in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
My nigga Lil' Fame, Laze
Boo under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my Home Team kid
Hill Figga
Goin out in a blaze,