Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

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

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

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

[ VERSE 3: Ali ]
Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?)
He tryin to take of his situation
He's a million miles from home and his is on hard
And these girls are gonna make him that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an poetry chick
Who keeps showin me hip she know that she thick
And if I met her on the I probably wouldn't look twice
But at a show with my ego on swoll she like
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs love to lay between
Hair was fly with sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green
just enough to let me know she got it
But concealin enough to let imagination frolic
Let me guess - my poetry makes you feel so
Let me guess - the way I play off the vibe you excited
Let me guess - you wanna go and after the show
And you hopin that 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 night I be fuckin you fast
Then my wife probably a new husband and dash