Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

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

Yeah 4, you done finally got parole call
man, that was long coming trying get that, man
I understand that 4, but a lot of people know
What you've done been bro'

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

Allow me to take you back down lane
When a player was so young in this rap
Yeah, if you had a fight you to knock a sucker out
Because wouldn't about to let you in the house

Yeah, we had to em' in the days
Didn't have glock, seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang deaths
Brother had to go to school in the to get a rep

Always to bust a gang of these raps
And be the first 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
to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my dues

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

I'm from the west but I ride the saddle
Used to do a lot of
But you money are make trunk rattle
since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties

Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was
it taking it swoop 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 a studio so man we had to work with that
No to reels, no mic, just the radio
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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