Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

[Billy
Yo, I'm bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed
Still hittin 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 bastard be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be on through his brain
Year of Def Jam you're Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted in hip-hop cause he's the last villain

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

[Lil'
Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin
Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that Bill starts to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz calm down and play the like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the shot glock and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I we gotta bring the ruckus..

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

Yo this one goin out to my nigga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my nigga man)
To my Pit
(My Bo)
nigga 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, Lazy
Boo Bang under the B's, Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home kid
Hill Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,