Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
Show promoter backstage (Why is that?)
He's to take control of his situation
He know damn well he 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 free and chips
And if free beer means payment is what you
BK one and Ali don't drink
So the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call it
Go get your split and come the hell up off it
is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna forfeit
And if that doesn't get it, I'm gonna go for your
Let me guess - the turnout wasn't quite what you
Let me guess - somethin that the club did wrecked it
Let me guess - it's hard to pack em in in this of weather
And nobody wanna come and party after
That's not a MP, that's a YP - problem
You need to this shit planned out before callin
This is not a to me, dog, you stealin from my family
You just gon' to understand me
pacin

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Opening act pacin (Why is that?)
They tryin control of they situation
But they mad salty cause they wore they matchin shirts
And the crowd didn't them and they went on first
It's the monitor, the soundman, the muthafuckin mics
Cats in this state are haters and the crowd's white
sleep, your 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 you're being
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 stage y'all really need to show and prove
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your
Be happy with 20 minutes and your drink tickets
And go your own scene if you think different
Hah, cause we ain't even triyn to take y'all
The should have pinky rings to make y'all kiss
It's a road now, but who you think all this?
You're makin, you're lucky to be backstage pacin

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

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