Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all gotta this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so to say this
Now me, what am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who ain't never dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin'
Your better step, or I just might jack her
her like a gangster, but I don't bang
I suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't it) hell nah
So take it off neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't correct
this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic?
And like keith sweat said, somethin' ain't right
Seems everybody wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But they ain't never paid
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a flower
You know eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker just and thinks he's high post
You ain't pay a nann due in life
Talkin' a new style, you know who you sound like?
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
Yellin' on the mic ya name was Run
You'se a peon, went and a pair of Lee's
Now all of a sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just right
You stood on one stage in your whole damn life
Now you respect, hey yo, you'se a fool
Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues

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

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

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