Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know what I'm
On that vibe
what I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, you see this microphone
You got to see microphone as you woman
Your of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether soul food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and
Menu for happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side
I choose a new style to
Me and James found more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say Me and my niggas came 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 will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it to slay-ay-ay
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every 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) the bomb diggy 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 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 on the block and willing
To let y'all niggas get away with the trash you
But, I ain't to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
Would rather stay-ay of to the common observer
Who claim heard of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans forever to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Turner
Watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the pup
Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for
A broke hustler making y'all style look silly wild
While I at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor will better the skill for real
Now that you know the time do you
Me enough to put me on you dollar 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 a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas
For a bargain, my never for free
I beg pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay