Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know I'm saying
On that vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
Your of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether it's soul food, West Indian, it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving 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 sunny 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 with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
Like I said to say-ay-ay
You fake stray way like 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, 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 for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the bomb
Remain ill to the way
I it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in 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 diggy day ay baby
Keep it bangin in pun-punan(ay ay ay)
I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay

I was illing and cold on the block and willing
To let y'all get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be your perserver
Play the police, turn art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the observer
Who claim they heard of, keep my forver learners
My plans forever hand to
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
Watching watching B-B-E-T on while I write the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big you the first pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A hustler making y'all willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical
Ain't a that will better the skill for real
Now you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you dollar bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to make your punanny
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, leaving them with nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay