Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, gotta play this
(Why?) the others are so scared to say this
Now tell me, am I supposed to do
About a like you who ain't never paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
Your better step, or I just might jack her
her like a gangster, but I don't bang
I suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He deserve it) hell nah
So take it off 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
wit' crews
But ain't never paid dues
Suckers perpetratin', playin'
Punks, I bet you worked at a store
You what eats me up the most?
Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's post
You ain't pay a nann due in life
'bout a new style, you know who you sound like?
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
on the mic like ya name was Run
You'se a peon, and bought a pair of Lee's
Now all of a sudden you 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 ain't paid dues

I can remember way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin'
Standin' outside just to in the jacks
To a little money to drop a dope track
in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge
Couldn't afford a studio, so we a garage
Aladdin used to a gang of disco breaks
One turntable and a 808
My little brother tunes and frank, they around all night
To make sure that the demo was
Didn't have an enigneer, if you what I mean
did it all at the age of sixteen
Gifted, uplifted, straight gangsta
had me playin' the back
But thanks to Ice-T I got my in the door
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) it ain't no more
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 came
'Cause every I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled like a brat, had he wanted
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, the other day I turned my radio on
The mack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was and hardcore
I to myself,hey yo, I gotta see this group
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine the hollow point tip
Stepped in the party with a gangster
Took a at the stage, and yo, whaddya know
The same old from a long time ago
From real tight jeans and the go-go
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the 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 who wanna rap, I'm pertainin' to you
Before you pick up a mic, you pay dues, word

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