Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

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

I can still remember way, way in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin'
Standin' outside just to pull in the
To earn a little money to drop a dope
Back in the I drove a raggedy Dodge
afford a studio, so we used 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 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
Suckers had me the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it no more
We paid

I knew a brother who to dress just like a faggot
tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he never outside
'Cause every time I came around, he to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had everything he
And when he walked, he like a woman
a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in the street lights came on
Yo, just the other day I 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 this
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the 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 from a long ago
From real jeans and the go-go boots
He went to pendeltons and a suit
Now tell me, this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now rappin?
Foolin' the because he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an example of what I'm to prove
A like this who ain't never paid dues
So to who wanna 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'