Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all play 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 paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
girl better step, or I just might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I bang
I gank suckers like you for gold chains
(He deserve it) hell nah
So take it off your
'Cause goddamn, you ain't correct
this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic?
And like sweat said, somethin' just ain't right
Seems nowadays wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But ain't never paid dues
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a flower
You know eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high
You pay a nann due in your life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you who you sound like?
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
Yellin' on the mic ya name was Run
a peon, went and bought a pair of Lee's
Now all of a sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it ain't right
You only stood on one in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't dues

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

I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot
tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he never came
'Cause every time I came around, he used to run and
Spoiled like a brat, had he wanted
And when he walked, he like a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the was soft
Had to be in before the lights came on
Yo, just the other day I turned my on
The mack attack kicked on a brand new
I didn't know what it was, I heard it before
But the was smooth and hardcore
I said to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this
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 at the stage, and yo, whaddya know
The same old faggot from a time ago
From real tight jeans and the boots
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, this a blip?
need to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now rappin?
the crowd because he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an of what I'm tryin' to prove
A sucker like who ain't never paid dues
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' to you
you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word

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