Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know I'm saying
On that same
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to this mic, you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
plate 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 nothing to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the
With a of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to
Me and James Ingram found more than a hundred
Say say say Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who player
y'all will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake stray way like 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, take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack
I'm bringing it back for y'all who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the 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 bomb diggy day ay
Keep it in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay
it now
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb 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

I was illing and cold on the block and willing
To let niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be your life
Play the police, turn art to murder, word up!
Would rather unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they heard of, my fans forver learners
My plans 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 y'all willie look silly wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a that will better the skill for real
Now that you know the time do you
Me enough to put me on you fitty 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 journey a pet for
For real, give it to me doll and leaving fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's never for
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay