Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

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

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

I was illing and cold chlling on the block and
To let y'all niggas get away the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common
Who they heard of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans hand to burner
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the up
Try not to up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for
A broke hustler making y'all willie look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by drill
Ain't a competitor will better the skill for real
Now that you know the time do you
Me to put me on you fitty dollar bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas
For a bargain, my never for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your sugar's