Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, gotta play this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so to say this
Now tell me, am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who ain't paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin'
Your girl better step, or I might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I bang
I suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't it) hell nah
So it off your neck
goddamn, you ain't comin' correct
What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a
And like sweat said, somethin' just ain't right
nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But they ain't never dues
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you at a flower store
You what eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker started and thinks he's high post
You pay a nann due in your life
'bout a new style, you know who you sound 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, wack, it just ain't right
You only on one stage in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool
Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues

I can remember way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin'
Standin' outside to pull in the jacks
To earn a little to drop a dope track
in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge
Couldn't a studio, so we used a garage
Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco
One and a broken 808
My little tunes and frank, they hung around all night
To make sure the demo was tight
have an enigneer, if you know what I mean
Aladdin did it all at the age of
Gifted, uplifted, straight gangsta
had me playin' the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my in the door
Now I'ma the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no more
We paid

I knew a brother who to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and leather
Homie as hell, he came outside
'Cause time I came around, he used to run and hide
like a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he switched a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was
Had to be in the street lights came on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The attack kicked on a brand new song
I know what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was and hardcore
I to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this group
So I called up and the rest of the crew
the nine wit' the hollow point tip
Stepped in the party with a gangster
Took a look at the stage, and yo, know
The old faggot from a long time ago
From real jeans and the go-go boots
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, ain't this a
Somebody to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now he's
Foolin' the because he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove
A like this who ain't never paid dues
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you
Before you up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word

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