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 got that parole call
Yeah man, that was long trying get that, man
I understand that 4, but a lot of people know
What you've done been through

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 down and it up like a shoestring
Okay, like this

me to take you back down memory lane
When a player was so in this rap game
Yeah, if you had a fight you best to 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
Brother had to go to in the days 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 them hits be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in this rapping industry, you wet the ear

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

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

I'm the west but I don't ride the saddle
Used to do a lot of
But you are make your trunk rattle
Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing 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 didn't have a studio so man we had to with that
No to reels, no mic, just the radio
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 said alright, that's
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my

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

The difference is you're talking about the game you see I'm 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, court dates and the I missed

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

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

They kept me motivated, I was always
I bet my real folks wasn't surprised I made it
Plus I gave them 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
What up, fool, huh yeah, yeah, what,