Luyện nghe bài hát Ring Ding

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

Danze]
Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't changed
Still hittin at point blank range
If I ain't in it to win it I be in it
It's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' co-defendant)
This little bastard be tamed, he's strange
I wonder what the fuck be goin on his brain
Year of Def Jam while Cold Chillin
Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause the last villain

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

[Lil'
Yo, we makin moves while the lookin silly
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, want it then I'ma give it to 'em
Pull out the seventeen glock and I'ma do 'em
Yo Bill, I think we gotta the ruckus..

Danze]
.. I'ma kill one of you
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 the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta go
Let me show you 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 we're when-
-ever you see, M.O.P., G we be
(Bill is a real nigga) Bill is a real nigga
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 Lord tested, me and finessed it
Word is bond we got it goin on no need for
My 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it
I'm out, get witcha player homes

Yo this one goin out to my nigga P-Lawn
(Yeah, to my nigga man)
To my Pit
(My Bo)
nigga McGruff
(Prince Leroy, in peace)
McKenzie, rest in peace
(To my brother Big Nal, in peace)
Yeah.. M.O.P. up in the house!
Billy Danze it down, y'knahmsayin?
My Lil' Fame, Lazy Laze
Boo under the B's, Black Shawn, McGruff
Shit, my whole Home kid
Figga Niggaz
Goin out in a blaze,