Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

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

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

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

Allow me to take you back down lane
When a was so young in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a you best to knock a sucker out
Because moms about to let you in the house

Yeah, we had to throw em' in the
Didn't have glock, never seen a twelve
Wasn't no n' gang affiliated deaths
Brother had to go to school in the to get a rep

Always wanted to bust a gang of 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 the San Quinton blues
Used to rock that motherfucker 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
Used to do a lot of
But you money are make your rattle
Ever 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 to the vacant house, that's we're we practice 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 of the ghetto
Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make right

I posted up at other people's 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 said alright, that's
Now you call my agent, everyday, I paid my dues

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

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

A lot of deputies in correctional
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 of the year

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

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

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