Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know I'm saying
On that vibe
what I'm saying, I mean
When you get to mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
Your plate of food, you know I'm saying
Whether it's soul food, West Indian, it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and
Menu for today-ay-ay to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to
Me and Ingram found more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to
You couldn't fuck with us or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K
cuse those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I said to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a born into 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
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You who lack 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 remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I keep it in your pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay
it bangin 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) the bomb diggy day ay baby
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry

I was illing and cold on the block and willing
To let y'all niggas get away with the trash you
But, I ain't going to and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
Would stay-ay unheard of to the common observer
Who they heard of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans hand to burner
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the up
Try not to curse up, we the big 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 killed by lyrical
Ain't a competitor that will better the for real
Now that you the time 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 journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas with to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay