Luyện nghe bài hát He Wanna Be Paid

Tech N9ne in this (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma about my motha' fuckin friend baby
(yeah) yo it's been overdue baby (that's right)
Long (how we do it)
But you for it
So now I give it to you, (give it to you)
Get

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about nigga I know
the M and the O
A chemical nigga who I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a
Everybody knows nigga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You first blood in '94
with my baby momma
You the one you called a ho
let you know
That if you it back to the past
I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you
Back I shared my pussy.
You was using music as a form of
sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the fuck is you
I can still her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo
And yo ass in her nightgown
now
Fuck the rappin, we can now
Tight style, for miles
Change the name to Vall
Call him or Gal
the way he came was foul
Nigga that's bitch
Tech you dissed it
But they it
Told me that you 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you 5,000 Nationwide
You a man
You niggaz think I bluffin, go the SoundScan
All I know is.

Why this nigga steady savin his for me?
(He get paid)
And why this nigga his whole life on challenging me?
(He get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you
Midwest side chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking gonna stopa
Something wrong with his oblongota.

(Verse 2)
Yo
This nigga struggling to be the man
Why fuck with a tech milla meter
you know the nigga is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggaz
Cause It ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a
Nigga, I wrote my rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me N9ne right
'89, '90, I was shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 and I done rapped with some of the best
can you buy that?
We recognize you be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small
That's why yo will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a pal
And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy rum and style
This nigga is in the biz
Bets step behind
know where his mind is
That's why the Nina's bout to tell it it is
Tech N9ne is
Kansas City's
All I know is.

Why this nigga savin his flows for me?
(He get paid)
And why this nigga basin his life on challenging me?
(He get paid)
with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a
Motherfucker Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain't no real money
And I'm blastin a nigga which the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deal, scrill and real
And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a dummy
He I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
Nigga that's a cop out, to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out
And say I you comin out of Roc house
This is the third knockout
you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Up)
yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the shit that we (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggaz get on grit (And yo shit don't)
We bumped heads at the Lou Ou
are through now
Who growled at the Temple Bandits Crew style
are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet never see em wet
You sound Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the nigga, so let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get out...

Why this steady savin his flows for me?
(He get paid)
And why this nigga basin his life on challenging me?
(He get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you
Midwest Side will chase him with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna
wrong with his medullah oblongota
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you up
Midwest side chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina stopa
Something wrong his medullah oblongota
(Outro)

A gift from me to you, what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)