Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
Show backstage pacin (Why is that?)
He's tryin to control of his situation
He know damn well he ain't got the money I expect to
So I'm stuffin all the backstage in my bag
But that's what you get when you pay shit
I can't pay my rent on free water and chips
And if free beer means payment is you think
BK drank one and Ali don't
So produce the fetti, or whatever you call it
Go get dough split and come the hell up off it
is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit
And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for wallet
Let me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you
Let me guess - somethin that the owner did wrecked it
Let me guess - hard to pack em in in this kind of weather
And nobody come and party after 9/11
not a MP, that's a YP - your problem
You to have this shit planned out before callin
is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my family
You gon' have to understand me
pacin

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Opening act backstage (Why is that?)
They tryin take control of situation
But they mad salty cause wore they fuckin matchin shirts
And the didn't feel them and they went on first
It's the monitor, the soundman, the muthafuckin mics
Cats in this state are haters and the whole white
Don't sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is
And if blah-blah would have happened, had em snappin
Let me guess - you and your had a conversation
Let me guess - she feel that you're being compensated
Let me guess - you've rappin for a year and a half
And you mad brave when you get a little in your ass
At this stage y'all need to show and prove
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your
Be happy with your 20 minutes and your drink
And go your own scene if you think different
Hah, cause we ain't even triyn to y'all shit
The Micronauts should have pinky to make y'all kiss
a road now, but who you think paved all this?
You're mad-face makin, lucky to be backstage pacin

Watch out, muthafucka, the big Brother come
Like
(Here it come, here it come, it kiddy-come-come) --> Run-DMC

[ VERSE 3: Ali ]
Brother Ali backstage (Why is that?)
He tryin to take control of his
He's a million from home and his dick is on hard
And these girls are gonna him prove that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an poetry chick
Who keeps showin me hip cause she that she thick
And if I met her on the street I probably look twice
But at a show my ego on swoll she look like
A at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay between
Hair was fly with raving sheen, eyes in hazel green
Revealin enough to let me know she got it
But concealin just enough to let frolic
Let me guess - my poetry you feel so inspired
Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe makes you
Let me guess - you go and party after the show
And you were hopin the two of us could capture the flow
She like, "Come on Ali, it ain't to dance"
By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin ass
And by the end of the I might be fuckin you fast
Then my wife probably a new husband and dash