Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

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

Fame]
Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} What's my motherfuckin
{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Fame"*}
We ringin bells (ring ding) ring
with that swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thang
The way, show you how
motherfuckers up, them motherfuckers get down..
Anybody that asks to
you better pass, cause kick a bone out your 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 Fame to get
Smash and your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's ringin

[Lil'
Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin
Cause Bill and really spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga starts to puff his Wheaties
Niggaz down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, niggaz it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the 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 time 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 is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
If it ain't the M.O.P. check this and you gotta go
Let me you where I'm AT, cause 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
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be
(Bill is a nigga) Yeah 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
Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and finessed it
Word is bond we got it on no need for stressin
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass homes

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 nigga Lil' Fame, Lazy
Boo Bang under the B's, Black Shawn,
Shit, my Home Team kid
Hill Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,