Luyện nghe bài hát I Paid My Dues

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

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

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

Allow me to take you down memory lane
When a player was so 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 em' in the days
Didn't have glock, seen a twelve gauge
Wasn't no banging n' gang deaths
Brother had to go to in the days 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 be knocking for the new year
I'ma vet in this rapping industry, you wet the ear

Shit, I even caught the San Quinton
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
to do a lot of battle
But you money are make your trunk
Ever the solar system, boys clubbing house parties

Rap at Booker T'S, man it was everybody
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 with that
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 other people's shows to get the mic
I was kicking down doors, posted up, the 49 years
All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the
They pushed me to the left, I said alright, cool
Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my

I talked the talk, but now I'm the walk
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 pissed
For my mistakes, court dates and the time I

A lot of deputies in correctional
I they ass up all night, but now they feeling me
From banging on the walls and 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
could be a hundred thousand, I'm never hesitant
Just ask Franky J. to me an old school beat
Them instrumentals kept me of the streets

They me motivated, I was always 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 been paid my

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