Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You what I'm saying
On that vibe
Know I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see microphone as you woman
Your plate of food, you what I'm saying
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, partners and
for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to
Me and James Ingram found 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 Marvin Gaye-ay-way
bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who player
Eventually y'all come around my way-ay-ay
Like I nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way the mind of a child born into K-K-K
a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the other ten for
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit the bomb diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) the bomb 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 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 and cold chlling on the block and willing
To let y'all niggas get away the trash you spilling
But, I going to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, this art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans learners
My plans forever to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler making y'all style look silly 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 punanny
Loving your body-ay-ay, my journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your pun-punannay