Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all gotta this
(Why?) 'cause the others are so to say this
Now tell me, what am I 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 a gangster, but I don't bang
I gank suckers you for thick gold chains
(He don't deserve it) nah
So take it off neck
goddamn, you ain't comin' correct
What's this, a duck holdin' a mic?
And like keith sweat said, somethin' ain't right
Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a
Down crews
But they ain't never paid
perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you at a flower store
You know what me up the most?
Is when a sucker just and thinks he's high post
You ain't pay a due in your life
Talkin' 'bout a new style, you who you sound like?
Krs, d, kool moe, as one
on the mic like ya name 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 stage in your whole life
Now you want respect, hey yo, a fool
Everybody rap, but they ain't paid dues

I can still remember way, way back in the
The me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' paid
Standin' just to pull in the jacks
To earn a little money to drop a track
Back in the days I a raggedy Dodge
Couldn't a studio, so we used a garage
Aladdin to grab a gang of disco breaks
One turntable and a 808
My little tunes and frank, they hung around all night
To make that the demo was tight
Didn't have an enigneer, if you know I mean
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 in the door
Now I'ma the mutha-(uh) 'till it ain't no more
We paid

I knew a brother who used to dress just a faggot
tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he never outside
'Cause every time I around, he used to run and hide
like 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 the street lights came on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The mack kicked on a brand new song
I didn't know it was, I never heard it before
But the record was smooth and
I said to myself,hey yo, I gotta see group
So I called up and the rest of the crew
Grabbed the nine wit' the point tip
Stepped in the party with a gangster
Took a look at the stage, and yo, know
The old faggot from a long time ago
From real tight jeans and the boots
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now me, ain't this a blip?
Somebody need to slap the in the lip
Yesterday he was a boy, now he's rappin?
Foolin' the crowd he got you all clappin'
And tappin', an of what I'm tryin' to prove
A sucker like who ain't never paid dues
So to those who rap, I'm pertainin' 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'