Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

Testing one, two, three,
Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records,
West up, do this

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

Man, a brother done been in this rap for ten years, man
I've been 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 memory
a player was so young in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a fight you to knock a sucker out
Because moms wouldn't to let you in the house

Yeah, we had to throw em' in the
Didn't have glock, never seen a 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 of these raps
And be the first to put Frisco on the map
So add to the list of them hits that be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in this industry, you wet behind the ear

Shit, I even caught the San blues
Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my

I talked the talk, but now I'm 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 your rattle
Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing 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're we at

We didn't have a studio so man we had to work with
No reel to reels, no mic, just the
Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the
to pursue my dream, trying to make 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 to do was bust a rap before the headliners
They pushed me to the left, I alright, that's cool
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my

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

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

A lot of deputies in 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 though I be the entertainer of the year

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

kept me motivated, I was always underrated
I bet my real wasn't surprised 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
What up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what,