Luyện nghe bài hát Ay Ay Ay

Alright, side
Big dogs, oh
We coming through with
You know what I'm
On that vibe
Know what I'm saying, I
When you get to this mic, you see this microphone
You got to see microphone as you woman
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, niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay
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 found more than a hundred
Say say say what? Me and my came to parlay-ay-ay
You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or
Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin
Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K
Never cuse those who player
y'all will come around my way-ay-ay
Like I said nothing to
You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child into K-K-K
Ain't a dollar out there to match my resume-ay-ay
But if you insist, I'll take a today-ay-ay-ay-ay
Save the ten for me-ay-ay
stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay
You who lack orginalitay-ay-ay
I'm bringing it for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay
Every copy you'll skip I'll sell here to Pompei-ay-ay
My shit remains the diggy-ay-ay
ill to the saukratizzy way
I keep it bangin in pun-punananay-nanay

[Saukrates] (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 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 chlling on the block and willing
To let y'all get away with the trash you spilling
But, I ain't to float and be your life perserver
Play the police, this art to murder, word up!
Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common
Who claim they heard of, keep my fans learners
My forever hand to burner
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 you the first pup
Who stuck the illy, yo for really
A broke hustler y'all willie style look silly wild
While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical
Ain't a competitor that will the skill for real
Now you know the time do you feel
Me enough to put me on you fitty dollar
Anyway-ay-ay, back to you
We was conversating on how to make punanny spray-ay-ay
Loving your body-ay-ay, my 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 never for
I beg your pardon, them niggas with nothing to say
Who keeps it banging in your sugar's