Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You what I'm saying
On that same
what I'm saying, I mean
When you get to this mic, when you see this
You got to see this microphone as you
Your plate of food, you 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
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 a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to
You couldn't with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will around my way-ay-ay
Like I said to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas 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, I'll a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, bringing it to slay-ay-ay
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack
Every copy you'll skip sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it in your pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(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
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 chlling on the and willing
To let y'all niggas get away the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be your perserver
the police, turn 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 forever 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 dogs you the pup
Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for
A broke hustler making y'all willie style look wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for
Now that you the time do you feel
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
your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my shit's never for
I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your sugar's