Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We through with this
You know I'm saying
On that same
Know I'm saying, I mean
you get to this mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this microphone as you
Your plate of food, you know I'm saying
Whether it's soul food, West Indian, 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 ay-ay-egg
I a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James Ingram found more than a hundred
Say say say what? Me and my came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come around my
Like I 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 my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion
Save the other ten for
stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack
I'm bringing it back for niggas who lack 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 bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (Niggas ov S.I.N.)
(Ay ay ay) the bomb diggy day ay baby
it bangin in your pun-punan(ay ay ay)
When I die use my funk for your carry carry
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 chlling on the block and willing
To let y'all niggas get with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be life perserver
the police, turn this art to murder, word up!
Would rather unheard of to the common observer
Who claim they of, keep my fans forver learners
My forever hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm 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 y'all willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by drill
a competitor that will better the skill for real
Now that you 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 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 for free
I beg pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay