Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through this
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 of food, you know what I'm saying
it's 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 happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side
I choose a new to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found than a hundred way-ay-ays
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 Marvin
Shit bangin than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
cuse those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all come around my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out there to match my
But if you insist, take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who originalitay-ay-ay
copy you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My remains the bomb diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I keep it in your pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (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 funk for 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 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 trash you
But, I ain't going to float and be life perserver
Play the police, turn art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay 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 Truck
Watching B-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who stuck the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler y'all willie style look silly wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will the skill for real
Now that you know the time do you
Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay
your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those niggas starving
For a bargain, my never for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in sugar's pun-punannay