Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming with this
You know what I'm
On that same
Know what I'm saying, I
you get to this mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this as you woman
Your plate of food, you know what I'm
Whether it's food, West Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay
Go on fay-ay-ay, and compadre-ay-ays
for today-ay-ay 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 niggas came to
You couldn't with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay
Lay back, keep it smooth Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K
Never cuse those who hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born 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 stutter rap, bringing it to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it back for y'all who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the bomb
Remain ill to the way
I it bangin in your 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 funk for 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)
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 life perserver
the police, turn this art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans forver
My plans hand to burner
Understand you the man, but I'm Truck
Watching watching on mute while I write the verse up
Try not to up, we the big dogs you the first pup
Who spitting the illy, yo for really
A hustler making y'all willie style look silly wild
I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor will better the skill for real
Now that you 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 punanny
your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexuality-ay-ay
For real, give it to me doll and leaving fake niggas starving
For a bargain, my never for free
I beg your pardon, leaving them with nothing to say
Who keeps it in your sugar's pun-punannay