Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming through this
You know what I'm
On that same
Know I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, you see this microphone
You got to see microphone as you woman
Your plate of food, you what I'm saying
Whether soul 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, partners and
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the
With a slice of ham and a side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to
Me and James Ingram more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say Me and my niggas came 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 who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to
You fake niggas stray way the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the other ten for
stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm it back for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit the bomb diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your 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 block and
To let y'all niggas get away with the you spilling
But, I ain't going to 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 fans learners
My forever hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big you the first pup
Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for
A broke hustler making willie style look silly wild
While I at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for
Now you know the time do you feel
Me to put me on you fitty dollar bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to your punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your pun-punannay