Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now we go, y'all gotta play this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so scared to say
Now tell me, what am I to do
About a like you who ain't never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
Your girl better step, or I might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I don't
I gank suckers like you for thick gold
(He don't deserve it) nah
So take it off neck
goddamn, you ain't comin' correct
What's this, a sucker holdin' a mic?
And like keith sweat said, just ain't right
Seems everybody wanna be a rapper
wit' crews
But they ain't never paid
Suckers perpetratin', hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a store
You know what 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, chuck d, moe, as one
Yellin' on the mic ya name 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 ain't
You only on one stage in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't paid

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

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

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