Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

[Billy
Yo, I'm ringin bells the nation, ain't nuttin 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 be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while Cold Chillin
Shorty props 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 bells (ring ding) ring
with hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
The way, I'ma you how
motherfuckers jump up, motherfuckers get down..
Anybody asks to battle
you better pass, cause I'ma kick a out your ass
A lot of went and seen the movie "Posse"
but ain't seen a real POSSE, until you the M.O.P.
kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass potatoes (uhh)
You said it, you and, it ain't hard to tell kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's bells

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

[Billy
.. kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the
(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 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 we're trouble
you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga
Come on now, you're fuckin with a ill figure
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're
Stevie can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
The tested, me and mine 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 player

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