Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You know what I'm
On same vibe
Know I'm saying, I mean
When you get to mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
plate of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether it's food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and
for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny 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 to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who hay-ay-ate
Eventually will come around my way-ay-ay
I said nothing 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 match my
But if you insist, I'll 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 who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell from to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

CHORUS (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) remain the bomb 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 bomb day ay baby
Keep it bangin in 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 and willing
To let y'all niggas get away with the you spilling
But, I going to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, turn this art to murder, up!
rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they of, keep my fans forver learners
My plans forever hand to
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on mute while I the verse up
Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler making y'all willie style silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical
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 dollar bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was conversating on how to make your spray-ay-ay
Loving body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake starving
For a bargain, my shit's for free
I beg your pardon, leaving niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay