Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

Testing one, two, three,
4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six
West up, do this

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

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

Allow me to you back down memory lane
When a player was so in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to a sucker out
moms wouldn't about to let you in the house

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

Always wanted to bust a gang of these
And be the player to put Frisco on the map
So add this to the of them hits that be knocking for the new year
vet in this rapping industry, you wet behind the ear

Shit, I even caught the San blues
Used to rock motherfucker every night, I paid my dues

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

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

Rap at Booker 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 stairs to the vacant house, that's we're we at

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

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

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

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

A lot of in correctional facilities
I kept they ass up all night, but now they me
banging on the walls and busting raps off the top ten
Bet you though I be the entertainer of the year

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

kept me motivated, I was always underrated
I bet my real folks surprised when I made it
Plus I gave them digits to the parole board
So now I'm cool, I'd paid my dues

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