Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all gotta play
(Why?) 'cause the are so scared to say this
Now tell me, am I supposed to do
About a sucker you who ain't never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're wacker
girl better step, or I just 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 duck holdin' a mic?
And like sweat said, somethin' just ain't right
Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a
Down wit'
But ain't never paid dues
Suckers perpetratin', playin'
Punks, I bet you at a flower store
You know what me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high
You ain't pay a due in your life
Talkin' 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, went and bought a pair of
Now all of a sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just ain't
You only stood on one stage in your whole damn
Now you respect, hey yo, you'se a fool
Everybody wanna rap, but they paid dues

I can still remember way, way back in the
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin'
Standin' outside just to in the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a track
Back in the days I drove a raggedy
Couldn't a studio, so we used a garage
Aladdin used to grab a of disco breaks
One turntable and a 808
My little brother tunes and frank, they hung around all
To make sure that the demo was
Didn't have an enigneer, if you know I mean
did it all at the age of sixteen
Gifted, uplifted, straight mack
Suckers had me the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the
Now rock 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 and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he came outside
every time I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had everything he
And when he walked, he like a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was
Had to be in before the lights came on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The mack kicked 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 up Aladdin and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine wit' the point tip
in the party 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 me, ain't this a blip?
need to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a boy, now he's rappin?
Foolin' the crowd because he got you all
And tappin', an example of what I'm tryin' to
A sucker like this who ain't 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'