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,
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 your cash
People was you pass, like right through the drapes
I brought you the private, ounce wit the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boy money ain't everything, married minus the
Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on and boats
I gave you way more, there 'bout all your bulls
Since day one it was ours it never was

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. is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer be callin' you

All this money that he's spendin', you owe me
I wanna tell him it's not his money, he me to go away, baby
Wish he'd 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 my ching, ching, ching?
What my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money I spent up today?
What my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling,
What about the that I spent up today?

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