Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, east
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You know I'm saying
On same vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to this mic, when you see microphone
You got to see this microphone as you
Your plate of food, you know what I'm
Whether it's soul food, Indian, whatever it may be
Be
Yo, uh, yo
Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to
Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and
Menu for happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to
Me and James Ingram more than a hundred way-ay-ays
Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to
You fuck with us tomorrow 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 player
Eventually y'all will come my way-ay-ay
I said nothing to say-ay-ay
You fake niggas way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar sign out there to my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a today-ay-ay-ay-ay
the other ten for me-ay-ay
Stutter stutter rap, it back to slay-ay-ay
You niggas who lack
I'm bringing it back for y'all who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip 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 diggy day ay
Keep it bangin in 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 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 niggas get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't going to float and be your life
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
you the man, but I'm Truck Turner
Watching watching B-B-E-T on while I write 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 look silly wild
While I at will, or be killed by lyrical drill
Ain't a competitor that better the skill for real
Now that you the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty bill?
Anyway-ay-ay, to you pun-punananny-ay
We was on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for
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 with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in sugar's pun-punannay