Luyện nghe bài hát Ding Dong Song

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

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

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

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

Yo, don't try to the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the
So kitty-cat, get back, get back
Get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' ground beef
Backed up by a of Sweet T
And you know my theme
Uh, that

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

I run you like a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back
In caddy or bikini
So get ready, for the

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

Girl, you know a winner
Tell me you want for dinner
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 song
Or the one that's feedin' you

'Cause I can't too well
But I can make that kitty-cat
So before I up
your breath and wish yourself good luck

This I Dream of Jeannie
And I ain't got no teeny
call me King Kong
Leader of the pack it comes to ding-dong

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

95 South, get on the mic now

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

So let a get on ya
baby, I'm gonna
Call ya up one night to
Put in your order for a 3 ding-a-ling

Or an extra crispy Dom
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 to keep her
'Cause a nigga like creep her
Hey yo, girl, you go wrong
With ing-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong

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

the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, weenie-time
95 South with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers, you're weak
'Cause I'm in ya stomach

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

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

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

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

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
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