Luyện nghe bài hát Ay, Ay, Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know what I'm
On same vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this microphone as you
Your plate of food, you know what I'm
Whether it's soul food, 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 to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side
I choose a new style to
Me and James Ingram found than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who 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 into K-K-K
Ain't a sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the other ten for
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the bomb
Remain ill to the way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay
Keep it bangin in 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 diggy day ay
it bangin 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 and willing
To let y'all get away with the trash you spilling
But, I going to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, this art to murder, word up!
rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans forver
My plans forever hand to
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on 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 silly
While I kill at will, or be by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will better the for real
Now that you know the do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
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 fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them with nothing to say
Who it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay