Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

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

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Opening act backstage (Why is that?)
They tryin take of they situation
But they mad salty cause they they fuckin matchin shirts
And the crowd feel them and they went on first
It's the monitor, the soundman, the muthafuckin mics
Cats in this state are haters and the whole white
sleep, your Wu-Tang 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 that you're compensated
Let me guess - you've been for a year and a half
And you mad brave you get a little beer in your ass
At this stage really need to show and prove
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay dues
Be happy with your 20 and your drink tickets
And go your own scene if you think different
Hah, we ain't even triyn to take y'all shit
The Micronauts have pinky rings to make y'all kiss
It's a road now, but who you think paved all
You're makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacin

Watch out, muthafucka, hear the big Brother
fee-fi-fo-fum
(Here it come, it come, here it kiddy-come-come) --> Run-DMC

[ VERSE 3: Ali ]
Brother Ali pacin (Why is that?)
He to take control of his situation
He's a million miles from and his dick is on hard
And these girls are gonna him prove that he believe in God
I'm by an overfriendly poetry chick
Who showin me hip cause 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 look
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd love to lay
Hair was fly raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green
Revealin just enough to let me she got it
But concealin just enough to let frolic
Let me guess - my poetry you feel so inspired
Let me guess - the way I play off the makes you excited
Let me - you wanna go and party after the show
And you were hopin that the two of us could capture the
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 might be you fast
Then my wife find a new husband and dash