Luyện nghe bài hát Ching Ching

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
about the money that I spent up today?
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
about the money that I spent up today?

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up

Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your
was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
I you the private, ounce wit the gates

Thinkin' that make me faint, just whistle real fast
roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
Why your them tabs, and callin' me for
It every minute and you know I'm on tour

And I'm deeply committed, I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while it ,different names would slip
If I been wit a chick, check me
Your complexion switched, honey you on trips

But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the
No iceberg you own, just Angelica's
If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you properly fed
Hun is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
And I say

about my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling ,bling?
about the money that I spent up today?
What about his ching, ching,
What his bling, bling, bling?
What his money that I spent up today?

What my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling,
What about the money that I spent up
What his ching, ching, ching?
What about his bling, bling,
What about his money that I spent up

Boy you act like I need ya, came wit amnesia
Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but in between us
Now you come this shit, nigga I made you rich
Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured bricks

Even though kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and rotten
I your clothes, put up wit your hoes
messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow

So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted tours
I was poppin' fours, run in and outta them stores
I cleaned up your spot, poured your and scotch
blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops

Played your wife and your mother, cousin, and brother
Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm dealin' wit suckers
Shuttin' and the door, bout to settle the score
You my time, boy, but what about mine boy

What about your ching, ching,
What your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money
What about ching, ching, ching?
about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money

about your ching, ching, ching?
What your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all money today?
about your ching, ching, ching?
What about your bling, bling,
So what you spent up all money today?

Boy money ain't everything, minus the ring
Frequent Coach, mink, coats, on ships and boats
I gave you way more, can't there all your bulls
Since day one it was ours it was yours

Uh, look at the bigger picture, the ghetto scripture
Held back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer
No frontin' in there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be you

All this money that spendin', you owe me everything
I wanna tell him not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only me a chance to show him that I'm alive
I'm gonna be there and you need peace and all up in his life
Yeah, yeah,

What my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I up today?
What my ching, ching, ching?
about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money I spent up today?

about my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What the money that I spent up today?
What my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I up today?