Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You know what I'm
On that vibe
what I'm saying, I mean
When you get to mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
plate of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether it's food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the
With a slice of ham and a sunny ay-ay-egg
I choose a new to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to
You couldn't with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin
Shit bangin harder my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
cuse those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it to slay-ay-ay
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell from to Pompei-ay-ay
My remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
it now
(Ay ay ay) the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay

I was illing and cold chlling on the and willing
To let niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But, I going to float and be your life perserver
the police, turn this art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, my fans forver learners
My plans hand to burner
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who stuck the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler making y'all willie style look wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical
Ain't a competitor that will better the for real
Now you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to make your spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake starving
For a bargain, my shit's never for
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas with to say
Who keeps it banging in your pun-punannay