Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now we go, y'all gotta play this
(Why?) 'cause the are so scared to say this
Now me, what am I supposed to do
About a sucker like you who ain't never paid
Slapper, hip-happer, gettin' wacker
Your girl better step, or I just might her
her like a gangster, but I don't bang
I gank suckers you for thick gold chains
(He deserve it) hell nah
So take it off neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't comin'
What's this, a sucker holdin' a mic?
And like keith sweat said, somethin' just right
Seems nowadays everybody be a rapper
Down crews
But they never paid dues
Suckers perpetratin', hardcore
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 nann due in life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you who you sound 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
wanna rap, but they ain't paid dues

I can still way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin of gettin' paid
Standin' outside just to in the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a track
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 turntable and a 808
My little brother and frank, they hung around all night
To make sure that the was tight
Didn't an enigneer, if you know 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) it ain't no more
We dues

I knew a brother who to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots and leather
as hell, he never came outside
'Cause time I came around, he used to run and hide
Spoiled a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he switched like a
Rode a bike, man, the sucker was soft
Had to be in before the street came on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The attack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't what it was, I never heard it before
But the record was smooth and
I said to myself,hey yo, I see this group
So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the
Grabbed the nine the hollow point tip
Stepped in the with a gangster limp
Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya
The same old faggot a long time ago
From real tight jeans and the boots
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 rappin?
the crowd because he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an example of I'm tryin' to prove
A sucker like this who ain't never 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'