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
man, that was long coming trying get that, man
I understand that 4, but a lot of people know
What done been through bro'

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

Allow me to take you back memory lane
a player was so young 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
have glock, never seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang affiliated
Brother had to go to school in the to get a rep

wanted to bust a gang of these raps
And be the first player to put on the map
So add this to the list of 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 that motherfucker every night, I paid 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
to do a lot of battle
But you money are make your rattle
Ever since the solar system, boys 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, that's we practice at

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

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

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

The difference is you're about 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 to shock it 'cause I'm still pissed
For my mistakes, court and the time I missed

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

But why not, 'cause got, what it takes to represent
Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I'm hesitant
Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school
Them funky instrumentals kept me of the

They kept me motivated, I was always
I bet my real folks wasn't surprised when I it
I gave 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