Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through this
You know what I'm
On same vibe
Know I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see this as you woman
Your plate of food, you what I'm saying
it's 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, and compadre-ay-ays
for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder than my spray-ay-ay
Never cuse who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into
Ain't a dollar sign out there to match my
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 niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I keep it bangin in your

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the diggy day ay baby
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) remain the bomb diggy day ay
Keep it bangin in 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 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!
rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer
Who claim heard of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans forever hand to
Understand you the man, but I'm Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute I write the verse up
Try not to up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler y'all willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by drill
Ain't a competitor will better the skill 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 lifelong a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say
Who it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay