Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

Testing one, two, three,
Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records,
West up, do this

Yeah 4, you finally got that parole call
Yeah man, was long coming trying get that, man
I understand that 4, but a lot of people don't
What you've done through bro'

Man, a brother been in this rap game for ten years, man
I've been from hell and back, you Frank
But what's have to do
Is lay it and lace it up like a shoestring
Okay, this here

Allow me to take you down memory lane
a player was so young in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a you best to knock a sucker out
Because moms wouldn't about to let you in the

Yeah, we had to em' in the days
have glock, never seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang affiliated
had to go to school in the days to get a rep

Always wanted to bust a gang of raps
And be the first to put Frisco on the map
So add this to the list of hits that be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in rapping industry, you wet behind the ear

Shit, I even the San Quinton blues
Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I my dues

I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the
up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what, what

I'm from the west but I don't ride the
Used to do a lot of
But you are make your trunk rattle
Ever since the solar system, clubbing house parties

Rap contests at T'S, man it was everybody
Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way
me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone
Up the to the vacant house, that's we're we practice at

We didn't a studio so man we had to work with that
No reel to reels, no mic, the radio
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the
Trying to pursue my dream, to make things right

I posted up at other shows begging to get the mic
I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49
All I wanted to do was a rap before the headliners
They pushed me to the left, I alright, that's cool
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I my dues

I the talk, but now I'm walking the walk
up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what, what

The difference is you're talking the game you see I'm living in
And all my folks R.I.P, I'LL see you in a
Before I cut I got's to shock it 'cause I'm still
For my mistakes, court dates and the time I

A lot of deputies in correctional
I they ass up all night, but now they feeling me
From banging on the walls and busting off the top ten
Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the

But why not, 'cause I've got, what it to represent
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I'm never
Just ask Franky J. to me an old school beat
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the

They me motivated, I was always underrated
I bet my real folks wasn't when I made it
Plus I them digits back to the parole board
So now I'm cool, I'd been my dues

I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the
up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what, what