Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through this
You what I'm saying
On same vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to this mic, you see this microphone
You got to see microphone 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 nothing to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
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 to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found more than a way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas to parlay-ay-ay
You fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin
Shit bangin harder than my spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
Like I nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar out there to match 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 stutter rap, bringing it back to
You niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
copy you'll skip I'll 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) remain the bomb day ay baby
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my for your 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 funk for your carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay

I was illing and cold chlling on the block and
To let niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans learners
My forever hand to burner
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I the verse 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 style look wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will the skill for real
Now that you know the do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was conversating on how to make your punanny
Loving body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your pun-punannay