Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all play this
(Why?) 'cause the are so scared to say this
Now tell me, what am I to do
About a sucker you who ain't never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
Your better step, or I just might jack her
Smack her a gangster, but I don't bang
I gank suckers like you for thick gold
(He deserve it) hell nah
So take it off neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't comin'
What's this, a sucker duck a mic?
And keith sweat said, somethin' just ain't right
Seems nowadays wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But they ain't never dues
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a flower
You know what me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks high post
You ain't pay a nann due in your
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you like?
Krs, chuck d, moe, as one
Yellin' on the mic like ya was Run
You'se a peon, went and bought a of Lee's
Now all of a you supposed to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just ain't
You only stood on one stage in your whole life
Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a
Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues

I can remember way, way back in the days
The me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' paid
Standin' just to pull in the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a dope
Back in the days I drove a Dodge
Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a
used to grab a gang of disco breaks
One and a broken 808
My little tunes and frank, they hung around all night
To sure that the demo was tight
Didn't have an enigneer, if you what I mean
Aladdin did it all at the age of
Gifted, uplifted, straight mack
Suckers had me the back
But to Ice-T I got my foot in the door
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no
We dues

I knew a brother who used to dress just like a
Real jeans, some boots and leather jackets
as hell, he never came outside
'Cause every time I came around, he to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had everything he
And he walked, he switched like a woman
a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in before the street lights on
Yo, just the other day I turned my on
The mack kicked on a brand new song
I know what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was and hardcore
I said to myself,hey yo, I see this group
So I up Aladdin and the rest of the crew
the nine wit' the hollow point tip
Stepped in the with a gangster limp
Took a at the stage, and yo, whaddya know
The same old faggot from a long ago
From real tight jeans and the go-go
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now rappin?
Foolin' the crowd because he got you all
And tappin', an example of what I'm tryin' to
A sucker like this who ain't never paid
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you
Before you up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word

Let the story be
the way it is
You got to pay yo'