Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

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

[Lil'
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the {*needle*} What's my motherfuckin name?
"Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"*}
We bells (ring ding) ring ding
with that hardcore swing, Fame and be doin the same thang
The way, I'ma you how
motherfuckers up, them motherfuckers get down..
that asks to battle
you better pass, cause kick a bone out your ass
A lot of went and seen the movie "Posse"
but seen a real POSSE, until you seen 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 while the herbs lookin silly
Cause Bill and really spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it then I'ma it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot glock and do 'em
Yo Bill, I we gotta bring the ruckus..

Danze]
.. I'ma one of you motherfuckers
Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) it at?
(Ring ding) All the (??) run time we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody
Not really but illy is Fame and and really you gotta know
If it ain't the M.O.P. then this and you gotta 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 know trouble when-
you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin
(Bill is a real nigga) Bill is a real nigga
Come on now, you're round with a ill figure
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and mine it
Word is bond we got it goin on no for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it
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)
McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my brother Big Nal, in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze holdin it down,
My nigga Lil' Fame, Laze
Boo under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home kid
Hill Niggaz
out in a blaze, yeah