Luyện nghe bài hát Paid Dues

(Eightball)

Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and better recognize
Eightball & MJG...been ten toes in this game
since we were two playas in a one horse town
then hopped to a muthafuckin
Nigga, my life would been done got cut off...
If my weren't paid.

(Cee-Lo)

It's ah, lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin
ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My and daddy was too young to raise me right.
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I
Niggas dead, gone, I still ain't afraid.
Ain't too grown to get back on ghetto games I played
My life would been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.

MJG

In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me writin rhymes
It never me from playin music,
God, but it mean I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the - for the beats
Not knowin, but havin faith on how long that it would be
Before I made it, somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it on some of our homeboys jail release dates
I can in the past closin down at fast foods
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the dude
Who can make it in this rap, I thought that ain't go see me in Memphis
It was a time they looked over Tennesseee,
and didn't Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on toes
Cause in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract
And about 18 1/2 when I signed my contract, we hurt from that
And til this day, still distributin - our first tape
before Comin Out Hard, now can you it?
Be humble and patient whatever you should choose
Cause, to get to where I am now, I don't paid my dues.

A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds
Nigga, we didn't have a pot to
So we got on stage and we the bitch.
the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with
Box chevy the spokes and vogues,
niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch
Hard head, young nigga don't that shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that
Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran a gang
Pimp hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
I'm space agein..and we'll be
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G
the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and small towns they bouncin, and we find them
Put on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta get fucked to this
Expand, give all my true fans they demand
Do my again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agein, and forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.