Luyện nghe bài hát Pay Ya Dues

Now here we go, y'all play this
(Why?) the others are so scared to say this
Now tell me, what am I to do
About a sucker like you who ain't paid dues?
Slapper, hip-happer, you're wacker
Your girl better step, or I just jack her
Smack her like a gangster, but I don't
I gank suckers like you for thick chains
(He deserve it) hell nah
So it off your neck
'Cause goddamn, you ain't comin'
What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a
And like keith sweat said, just ain't right
nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper
Down wit'
But they ain't 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 high 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, went and a pair of Lee's
Now all of a sudden you to be an MC?
Yo, that's wack, it ain't right
You only stood on one in your whole damn life
Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a
Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't dues

I can still way, way back in the days
The times me and Aladdin of gettin' paid
Standin' outside to pull in the jacks
To earn a little to drop a dope track
Back in the days I drove a raggedy
Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a
Aladdin to grab 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 an enigneer, if you know what I mean
Aladdin did it all at the age of
Gifted, uplifted, straight mack
Suckers had me the back
But to Ice-T I got my foot in the door
Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) 'till it no more
We paid

I a brother who used to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, boots and leather jackets
Homie as hell, he never came
'Cause every time I came around, he to run and hide
like a brat, had everything he wanted
And when he walked, he like a woman
Rode a pink bike, man, the was soft
Had to be in before the street lights on
Yo, just the other day I my radio on
The mack attack on a brand new song
I know 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 wit' the point tip
Stepped in the party with a gangster
Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya
The old faggot from a long time ago
From real tight and the go-go boots
He went to pendeltons and a khaki
Now tell me, ain't this a
need to slap the perpetrator 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 what I'm to prove
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 pay dues, word

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