Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, gotta play this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so scared to say
Now me, what am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
Your girl better step, or I just jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I bang
I gank suckers you for thick gold chains
(He don't it) hell nah
So it off your neck
'Cause goddamn, you comin' correct
this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic?
And keith sweat said, somethin' just ain't right
Seems nowadays everybody 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 just started and he's high post
You ain't pay a due in your life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you sound
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
Yellin' on the mic like ya was Run
You'se a peon, went and bought a of Lee's
Now all of a you supposed to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just right
You only stood on one in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't dues

I can still remember way, way back in the
The times me and Aladdin of gettin' paid
Standin' outside just to in the jacks
To earn a little to drop a dope track
Back in the days I drove a 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 sure that the demo was tight
Didn't an enigneer, if you know what I mean
did it all at the age of sixteen
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) it ain't no more
We dues

I knew a brother who used to just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and jackets
Homie as hell, he came outside
'Cause every time I came around, he used to run and
Spoiled like a brat, had he wanted
And when he walked, he switched a woman
Rode a bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in the street lights came on
Yo, just the day I turned my radio on
The mack attack 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 see this group
So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the
the nine wit' the hollow point tip
Stepped in the with a gangster limp
Took a look at the stage, and yo, know
The same old faggot a long time ago
From real tight jeans and the go-go
He went to and a khaki suit
Now tell me, ain't a blip?
Somebody to slap the perpetrator in the lip
he was a mamma's boy, now he's rappin?
Foolin' the crowd he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an of what 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 pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues,

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