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

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

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

Yeah, we had to em' in the days
Didn't 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 player to put Frisco on the map
So add to the list 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 Quinton
Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I my dues

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

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

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

We have 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, trying to things right

I posted up at people's shows begging to get the mic
I was down 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 said alright, that's
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 you're talking 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 'cause I'm still
For my mistakes, dates and the time I missed

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

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

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

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