Luyện nghe bài hát Ay, Ay, Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We through with this
You know what I'm
On that vibe
Know I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see this microphone as you
Your plate of food, you what I'm saying
Whether it's soul food, West Indian, it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas nothing 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 side
I a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found more 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, keep it smooth Marvin
bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out there to my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the ten for me-ay-ay
stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who originalitay-ay-ay
Every you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit the bomb diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I keep it in your pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(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
it now
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb day ay baby
Keep it bangin in 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 and willing
To let y'all niggas get away the trash you spilling
But, I ain't to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
Would rather unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans forever to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
Watching watching on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big you the first pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler making y'all willie look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical
Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for
Now you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to make punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me and leaving those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas nothing to say
Who it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay