Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

[Billy
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't changed
Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank
If I in it to win it I wouldn't be in it
It's Danze, here me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant)
This little bastard can't be tamed, he's
I what the fuck be goin on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while you're Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause the last villain

Fame]
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} my motherfuckin name?
{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Fame"*}
We bells (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..
that asks to battle
you better pass, cause I'ma kick a bone out ass
A lot of people went and the movie "Posse"
but ain't seen a real POSSE, you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, cause you gon' cause to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass 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 a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill starts to his Wheaties
Niggaz calm and play 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]
.. kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my propers (ring ding, it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each we bust 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 you gotta know
If it the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta 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 back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble
you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin round a ill figure
I'm ringin on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck me
The Lord tested, me and finessed it
Word is bond we got it goin on no for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get maggot-ass player homes

Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin 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, Lazy
Boo Bang the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my Home Team kid
Hill Figga
Goin out in a blaze,