Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
Show promoter pacin (Why is that?)
He's tryin to control of his situation
He damn well he ain't got the money I expect to have
So I'm all the backstage in my record bag
But that's what you get when you pay shit
Cause I can't pay my rent on water and chips
And if free beer payment is what you think
BK drank one and Ali drink
So produce the fetti, cheddar or you call it
Go get your dough split and the hell up off it
This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna
And if that doesn't get it, I'm go for your wallet
Let me - the turnout wasn't quite what you expected
Let me guess - somethin that the owner did wrecked it
Let me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this of weather
And wanna come and party after 9/11
That's not a MP, that's a YP - problem
You need to have this shit planned out before
This is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my
You just gon' to understand me
pacin

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Opening act backstage (Why is that?)
tryin take control of they situation
But they mad salty cause they wore they fuckin matchin
And the crowd didn't feel them and they went on
the monitor, the soundman, it's the muthafuckin mics
Cats in this are haters and the whole crowd's white
Don't sleep, Wu-Tang impression is tight
And if blah-blah would have happened, y'all'd had em
Let me guess - you and your girl had a
Let me guess - she doesn't feel that 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 stage y'all need to show and prove
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your
Be happy your 20 minutes and your drink tickets
And go build your own if you think different
Hah, cause we even triyn to take y'all shit
The Micronauts should have pinky to make y'all kiss
It's a road now, but who you think all this?
You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be backstage

Watch out, muthafucka, hear the big come
fee-fi-fo-fum
(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 of his situation
He's a million miles from home and his is on hard
And these girls are make him prove that he believe in God
I'm by an overfriendly poetry chick
Who keeps me hip cause she know 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 master at Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay between
Hair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel
Revealin enough to let me know she got it
But concealin just enough to let frolic
Let me guess - my poetry makes you feel so
Let me guess - the way I off the vibe makes you excited
Let me guess - you wanna go and party the show
And you were hopin that the two of us capture the flow
She like, "Come on Ali, it nothin 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 find a new husband and dash