Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now we go, y'all gotta play this
(Why?) the others are so scared to say this
Now tell me, what am I to do
About a sucker like you who never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin'
girl better step, or I just might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I don't
I suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't it) hell nah
So take it off your
goddamn, you ain't comin' correct
What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a
And like keith sweat said, just ain't right
Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a
Down crews
But they never paid dues
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you at a flower store
You know what me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high
You ain't pay a due in your life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you like?
Krs, chuck d, moe, as one
on the mic like ya name was Run
You'se a peon, and bought a pair of Lee's
Now all of a you supposed to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it ain't right
You only stood on one stage in your damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't dues

I can still way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin'
Standin' just to pull in the jacks
To earn a little to drop a dope track
Back in the days I drove a raggedy
Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a
used to grab a gang of disco breaks
One and a broken 808
My brother tunes and frank, they hung around all night
To make sure that the demo was
Didn't have an enigneer, if you what I mean
Aladdin did it all at the age of
Gifted, uplifted, straight mack
had me playin' the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no
We dues

I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot
tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he came outside
'Cause every I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he switched like a
a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in before the street came on
Yo, just the day I turned my radio on
The attack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't know what it was, I heard it before
But the record was and hardcore
I said to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine the hollow point tip
Stepped in the with a gangster limp
Took a at the stage, and yo, whaddya know
The same old faggot from a time ago
From real tight jeans and the go-go
He to pendeltons and a khaki suit
Now me, ain't this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the in the lip
Yesterday he was a boy, now he's rappin?
Foolin' the crowd because he got you all
And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove
A sucker like who ain't never paid dues
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you
Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues,

Let the be told
the way it is
You got to pay yo'