Luyện nghe bài hát Back Stage Pacin'

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
Show promoter backstage (Why is that?)
He's tryin to take control of his
He know 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 you don't pay shit
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, or whatever you call it
Go get your split and come the hell up off it
This is how I feed my family, so I'm not gonna
And if that get it, I'm gonna go for your wallet
Let me - the turnout wasn't quite what you expected
Let me guess - that the club 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 - your
You to have this shit planned out before callin
This is not a to me, dog, you stealin from my family
You just gon' have to me
pacin

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
act backstage pacin (Why is that?)
They tryin control of they situation
But mad salty cause they wore they fuckin matchin shirts
And the didn't feel them and they went on first
It's the monitor, the soundman, the muthafuckin mics
Cats in state are haters and the whole crowd's white
Don't sleep, Wu-Tang impression is tight
And if blah-blah would happened, y'all'd had em snappin
Let me guess - you and your had a conversation
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 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 different
Hah, cause we even triyn to take y'all shit
The Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y'all
It's a road now, but who you paved all this?
You're mad-face makin, you're lucky to be 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 ]
Brother Ali backstage (Why is that?)
He to take control of his situation
He's a million from home and his dick is on hard
And girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an overfriendly chick
Who showin me hip cause she know that she thick
And if I met her on the street I probably look twice
But at a show with my ego on she look like
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you'd to lay between
was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green
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 play off the vibe you excited
Let me guess - you wanna go and party the show
And you were hopin that the two of us could 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 night I might be you fast
Then my wife probably find a new husband and