Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

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

4, you done finally got that parole call
Yeah man, that was long coming get that, man
I understand 4, but a lot of people don't know
What you've done 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 have to do
Is lay it down and it up like a shoestring
Okay, like this

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 knock a out
Because moms wouldn't about to let you in the

Yeah, we had to throw em' in the
Didn't glock, never seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no n' gang affiliated deaths
Brother had to go to in the days 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 hits that be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in this industry, you wet behind the ear

Shit, I caught the San Quinton blues
Used to rock that 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 the west but I don't ride the saddle
to do a lot of battle
But you money are make trunk rattle
Ever since the solar system, boys house parties

Rap contests at Booker T'S, man it was
Snatching it taking it on stuff all the way home
me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone
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
and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things

I posted up at other people's begging to get the mic
I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49
All I wanted to do was a rap before the headliners
They pushed me to the left, I alright, that's 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 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 got's to shock it I'm still pissed
For my mistakes, dates and the time I missed

A lot of deputies in correctional
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 of the year

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

They kept me motivated, I was underrated
I bet my real wasn't surprised when I made it
Plus I gave them digits back to the parole
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