Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

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

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

[Lil'
Yo, we makin moves while the lookin silly
Cause and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a Phillie
For real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his
calm down and play the wall like graffiti
If I see, want it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen shot and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we 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 each we bust a cap
(Everytime) we bust a (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split shit
Not but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta know
If it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you go
Let me you where I'm AT, cause I'm FAT
me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on your fuckin back
I leave you stumblin, niggaz know trouble when-
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 a ill figure
I'm bells on top of the line, you're blind
Stevie Wonder can see you niggaz fuck with me
The Lord tested, me and mine it
Word is bond we got it on no need for stressin
My the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player

Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga
(Yeah, to my nigga man)
To my Pit
(My Bo)
That nigga
(Prince Leroy, in peace)
Spud McKenzie, rest in
(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, Laze
Boo Bang the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home kid
Figga Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,