Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, nuttin changed
hittin motherfuckers at point blank range
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, strange
I wonder the fuck be goin on through his brain
Year of Def Jam while you're Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop he's the last villain

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

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

Danze]
.. kill one of you motherfuckers
Give me my (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run time we bust a cap
(Everytime) we a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split shit
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta
If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you go
Let me show you I'm AT, cause I'm FAT
Give me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on fuckin back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz we're trouble when-
you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a nigga) Yeah Bill is a real nigga
on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure
I'm bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck me
The Lord tested, me and mine it
Word is bond we got it goin on no need for
My the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha player 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, in peace
(To my Big Nal, rest in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin?
My nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy
Boo under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Team kid
Hill Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,