Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

95 South and them 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's time
It ain't no interruption, so unplug the phone
And get for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Who, da dat, da dat, da dat)

Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes this, c'mon

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat
Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, dat, true dat, true dat

Yo, don't try to fake the on
Go on, you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get
Get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' well-done beef
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you my theme song
Uh, ding-a-long

So call me ball park
'Cause I when you click your jaw
And girl, I'm you took it all

'Cause I run you like a track
I can't wait, so in the back seat
In your caddy or
So get ready, for the

And you know the words, so sing
And prepare for the ding-ding,

Girl, you you's a winner
Tell me what you want for
How 'bout a six-pack of
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat,

Help us, us, 68
Who do you
The one that's singin' you a sweet
Or the one feedin' you ding-dong?

'Cause I sing too well
But I can make kitty-cat swell
So I push up
Hold your breath and yourself good luck

This ain't I of Jeannie
And I ain't got no weenie
Just call me King
of the pack when it comes to ding-dong

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Come on over for a game of ping
I'll 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and spike ya

So let a get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm
Call ya up one to ring-a-ling
Put in your for a 3 piece ding-a-ling

Or an crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you asleep
Call me Black, or Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to her
a nigga like Black'll creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go
this ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's
95 South down 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're gettin'
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

And it ain't no
Hey girl, go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll ya
I got a menu, so let me ya

Hot smoked sausages and some peanuts
And great, big ol' hot that'll sho' 'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too
you know you might get choked
But you can't play with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it no joke

So when you come to fight tonight
Be ready for the
And you can bring your if you want this love
So step the ring

I got left jabs and right
And hit you below the belt
I talked to the surgeon
He ding-a-ling was good for your health, uh

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, true dat, dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat

Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding,
Huh, true dat, dat, true dat
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