Luyện nghe bài hát Ching Ching

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

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

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

And I'm deeply committed, I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while hittin' it ,different 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 ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the
And I say

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

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

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

though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your
messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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