Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

Testing one, two, three,
Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records,
West up, let's do

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

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

me to take you back down memory lane
When a player was so in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a fight you to knock a sucker out
Because moms about to let you in the house

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

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

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

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

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

Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was
Snatching it taking it on stuff all the way home
Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was
Up the stairs to the vacant house, we're we practice at

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

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

I talked the talk, but now I'm walking the
up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what, 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 shock it 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
From banging on the walls and busting off the top ten
Bet you though I be the entertainer of the year

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

They kept me motivated, I was always
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 paid my dues

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