Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

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

I can remember way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of paid
Standin' outside just to pull in the
To earn a little money to a dope track
in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge
Couldn't afford a studio, so we a garage
used to grab a gang of disco breaks
One and a broken 808
My little brother tunes and frank, hung 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
had me playin' the back
But to Ice-T I got my foot in the door
Now rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no more
We paid

I knew a brother who to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and leather
Homie as hell, he never came
'Cause every I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he like a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the was soft
Had to be in before the lights came on
Yo, just the other day I turned my on
The attack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was and hardcore
I to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this group
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine wit' the hollow tip
Stepped in the party with a limp
a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya know
The same old faggot a long time ago
real tight jeans and the go-go boots
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, ain't this a
Somebody to slap the perpetrator 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 what I'm tryin' to
A sucker like this who ain't paid dues
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you
you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word

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