Luyện nghe bài hát Ay, Ay, Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know I'm saying
On that same
what I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see this as you woman
Your plate of food, you know what I'm
Whether it's food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to
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 a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or
Lay back, keep it smooth Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into
Ain't a sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack
I'm bringing it back for niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

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

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