Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We through 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 this
You got to see this as you woman
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 with 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 side ay-ay-egg
I a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and Ingram found more than a hundred 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 Gaye-ay-way
Shit harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who player
Eventually y'all will around my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You niggas stray way like the mind of a child born 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
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell here to Pompei-ay-ay
My remains the bomb 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) 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 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 illing and cold chlling on the and willing
To let y'all niggas get away with the you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be your life
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my forver learners
My plans hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
watching B-B-E-T on mute 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 wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by 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 bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to make your spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for
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 niggas with nothing to say
Who it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay