Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

[Billy
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't 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 (Lil' Fame co-defendant)
little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his
Year of Def Jam while you're Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop he's the last villain

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

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

[Billy
.. I'ma kill one of you
Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we a cap
(Everytime) we a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta
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 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 Wonder can see you can't fuck with me
The tested, me and mine finessed it
Word is bond we got it goin on no for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha player homes

Yo one goin 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, in peace
(To my brother Big Nal, in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze 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,