Luyện nghe bài hát Ching Ching

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I up today?
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
about the money that I spent up today?

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching,
What about the money that I spent up

Tim took you from to class, how to hold your glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' cash
was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
I brought you the private, wit the gates

Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real
Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on Jag
Why your them tabs, and callin' me for
It cost every minute and you know I'm on

And I'm committed, although I'm forgettin'
Sometimes hittin' it ,different names would slip
If I been wit a chick, me miss
Your complexion switched, you been on trips

But you don't this, till your back in the Jetta
No iceberg you own, just sweaters
If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't fed
Hun tonight is bet burgers, no on the bread
And I say

What my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling ,bling?
What about the money that I up today?
What his ching, ching, ching?
about his bling, bling, bling?
What about his money I spent up today?

What about my ching, ching,
about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up
about his ching, ching, ching?
What his bling, bling, bling?
What about his money that I spent up

Boy you act like I ya, came down wit amnesia
Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but in between us
Now you come this shit, nigga I made you rich
Introduce you to Cris, and secured your bricks

Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your
Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya

So what you sweatin' me fo', I them tours
I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta stores
I cleaned up your spot, poured your and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, lied to the cops

Played your and your mother, cousin, sister and brother
Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through wit suckers
Shuttin' and the door, bout to settle the score
You my time, boy, but what about mine boy

about your ching, ching, ching?
What your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money
What about ching, ching, ching?
What about bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all money today?

What your ching, ching, ching?
about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your today?
What about ching, ching, ching?
about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money

Boy money ain't everything, minus the ring
Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats
I you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls
day one it was ours it never was yours

Uh, look at the picture, study the ghetto scripture
Held your back you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer
No frontin' in there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be you

All this money that he's spendin', you owe me
I tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him I'm alive
I'm gonna be there and you need peace and all up in his life
Yeah, yeah,

about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling,
What about the that I spent up today?
What about my ching, ching,
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up

What my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
about the money that I spent up today?
What my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling,
What the money that I spent up today?