Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, gotta play this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so scared to say
Now tell me, what am I to do
a sucker like you who ain't never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin'
girl 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 don't deserve it) nah
So it off your neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't comin'
What's this, a sucker duck a mic?
And like keith sweat said, somethin' just ain't
Seems nowadays everybody be a rapper
wit' crews
But they never paid dues
Suckers perpetratin', hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a store
You what eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker just and thinks he's high post
You ain't pay a nann due in life
Talkin' a new style, you know who you sound like?
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
on the mic like ya name was Run
You'se a peon, went and bought a of Lee's
Now all of a sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just right
You only stood on one stage in your damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool
Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues

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

I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and jackets
Homie as hell, he never outside
'Cause every time I came around, he used to run and
Spoiled a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he switched a woman
a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in before the lights came on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The mack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't what it was, I never heard it before
But the was smooth and hardcore
I said to myself,hey yo, I see this group
So I called up 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
real tight jeans and the go-go boots
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 he's
Foolin' the because he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove
A sucker this who ain't never paid dues
So to those who wanna rap, I'm to you
Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues,

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