Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You know I'm saying
On that vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to this mic, when you see this
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 with nothing to
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay to be the emcee-ay-ay
a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found more than a way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my came to parlay-ay-ay
You fuck 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 who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
Like I said to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out there to my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter rap, bringing 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 skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the diggy-ay-ay
Remain ill to the way
I it bangin in your pun-punananay-nanay

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 diggy 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 chlling on the and willing
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 this art to murder, up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common
Who claim they of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Turner
Watching B-B-E-T on mute while 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 style silly wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor will better the skill for real
Now you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was conversating on how to make your spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in sugar's pun-punannay