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 me, what am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who ain't never dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin'
Your girl better step, or I might jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I bang
I suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't deserve it) nah
So take it off neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't comin'
What's this, a sucker holdin' a mic?
And like keith said, somethin' just ain't right
Seems nowadays wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But they never paid dues
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a store
You know what me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and he's high post
You pay a nann due in your life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you like?
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 sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it just right
You only stood on one in your whole damn life
Now you respect, hey yo, you'se a fool
Everybody wanna rap, but ain't paid dues

I can still remember way, way in the days
The times me and dreamed of gettin' paid
Standin' outside just to in the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a dope
in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge
Couldn't afford a studio, so we a garage
Aladdin to grab a gang of disco breaks
One and a broken 808
My little brother tunes and frank, they hung around all
To make sure the demo was tight
Didn't have an enigneer, if you what I mean
did it all at the age of sixteen
Gifted, uplifted, straight mack
had me playin' the back
But thanks to I got my foot in the door
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no
We paid

I knew a who used to dress just like a faggot
tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he never outside
'Cause time I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had everything he
And when he walked, he switched a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was
Had to be in before the street lights on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The attack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't know what it was, I never it before
But the was smooth and hardcore
I said to myself,hey yo, I see this group
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine wit' the hollow tip
Stepped in the party a gangster limp
Took a look at the stage, and yo, know
The same old faggot a long time ago
real tight jeans and the go-go boots
He went to pendeltons and a suit
Now tell me, ain't a blip?
need to slap the perpetrator in the lip
Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now he's
the crowd because 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 wanna rap, I'm to you
Before you up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word

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