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 this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see microphone as you woman
Your 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, niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay to be the emcee-ay-ay
a slice of ham and a sunny side 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 to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will around my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born K-K-K
a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the other ten for
stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
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 it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry
it now
(Ay ay ay) remain the diggy day ay baby
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 and cold chlling on the block 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, turn this art to murder, up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common
Who claim they heard of, keep my forver learners
My plans hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm 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 willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that better the skill for real
Now that you 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 your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for
For real, give it to me and leaving those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my never for free
I beg your pardon, leaving niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your pun-punannay