Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin
Still hittin motherfuckers at point 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 bastard can't be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his
Year of Def Jam you're Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the villain

[Lil'
Aiyyo aiyyo the record {*needle*} What's my motherfuckin name?
{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Fame"*}
We ringin bells (ring ding) ding
with that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the thang
The way, show you how
jump up, them motherfuckers get down..
Anybody that asks to
you better pass, I'ma kick a bone out your ass
A lot of people went and the movie "Posse"
but seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.
Chill kid, you gon' cause Fame to get fatal
Smash and mash your monkey-ass like (uhh)
You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to kid
M (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's bells

Fame]
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 calm down and play the like graffiti
If I see, niggaz want it then I'ma it to 'em
out the seventeen shot glock and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta the ruckus..

Danze]
.. kill 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 a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip
(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody
Not really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you know
If it ain't the M.O.P. then this and you gotta go
Let me you where 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) Yeah Bill is a real
Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill
I'm ringin bells on top of the line, blind
Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me
The tested, me and mine finessed it
is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin
My the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it alone
I'm out, get witcha player homes

Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin P-Lawn
(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,