Luyện nghe bài hát Ring It

Aight, what's
You hit my number
This Sick Wid It, Jive
Leave your at the beep

Yeah, on my
you say?
Oh
Kick that shit nigga

Higher than a bird, off herb, in the O A K
Off on perv, on curb, rollin' up a vay
Licked it times, laced it with the Alize
About a day, baby hit me frequently
Sneak, and forty, chocolate short-ay, we been
All prepared, 'cause my nights is no day, the say
I last! you six months
But I say, she pullin' a of major stunts

Bust, niggaz, consequences when you're doin' the do
Fuck around and get caught up in a catch
In the area, and dust
the yah! B.A. Plus
But yo sista Suga-T? Suga-T
Ain't you the one say sprinkle me, sprinkle me
I me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin' collar

I play playa shit like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't funny
If you're ever in some funk, your potnah on the cell
And one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
on Washington, on the cellular phone
You could tell the Easy Bay was his home
My people goin off like a high build
And all my money in stacks, and all my on swell

Mobbin' like a playa, but I'm a G doe
Pager goin' off C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said
I put a nigga on his back, fuck you heard

If major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, it, ring it
my telephone, ring my telephone
If it's major, hit me on my
Rang it, it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, my telephone

I be so
When I'm talkin' on my
You can my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a loss and it to the game
She you must be playin' some kind of phone tag
'Cause every time I hit you, you don't hit me
Why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact
Thought you thought, was killin' big girl was on some crabs

Six o'clock, the girl said that's my be at the West plus
Due to go, me at home be
Leavin' my ass up in the living room all
And I be starvin' my monkey fiendin' for some Donkey Kong
Now talkin', let's get the show on the road
I you're tired of barkin', you need to hop on my load
So we can stab out, strike rock and Park
At the top of hill, so I can your oil

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three, me why your
momma keep on pagin' me, I didn't give the hoe the number
So why does she call, she she wanna do me, and all of y'all
But I'm that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper
with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
If major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

If major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, it
Ring my telephone, ring my
If major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, it, ring it
Ring my telephone, my telephone

it, baby gimme a call
My you're screamin', how I be hittin' them walls
You got me tinglin', how you be them drawers
With a kiss I make 'em all say this, that's raw
I glance your cut, we, big cheeks
With a headin' straight for the nut, big A&H
Got some bitches all in the cut, it's season
my number to the hoe to hit me up

Yo, you're me to death, what's all that fo'
Got my Williams and fillin' my and pager on the overflo'
What's happenin' with all that old bullshit is it really all
Damn serious, You're the hell out of my battery
Got your partner curious 'cause in the Y E A A R E A
The game constipated, buckin' around in the Golden State where
The originated, fools be scandalous they used to be squares
Be turnin' vicious, hit me on pager, hit me if major

If major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, ring my
If it's major, hit me on my
it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, my telephone

If major, hit me on my pager
Rang it, ring it, rang it, it
Ring my telephone, ring my
If it's major, hit me on my
it, ring it, rang it, ring it
Ring my telephone, my telephone

Ring my telephone, my telephone
Ring, ring, ring, it
Ring my
Ring, ring, ring, ring,
You better ring my