Luyện nghe bài hát Paid Dues

(Eightball)

Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better
Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in game
since we two young playas in a one horse town
hopped to a muthafuckin grasshopper
Nigga, my life would been done got cut off...
If my dues paid.

(Cee-Lo)

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

MJG

In the middle of doin (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
It never stopped me from music,
God, but it didn't I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the - for the beats
Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long it would be
I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you got potential."
In the process of talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on of our homeboys jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin down at fast
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the dude
Who can make it in rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a they looked over Tennesseee,
and know Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
Cause back in the days, I use to use 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17 - when I signed my contract
And about 18 1/2 I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
And til day, they still distributin - our first tape
Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be and patient with 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.
Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My in the front row
Get buck wild, a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin hoes
Box chevy the spokes and vogues,
niggas didn't know shit about a 20 Mo-Mo
head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
See heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
Ok, know everybody done sold dope, ran with 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
Turn the page, then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and towns think they bouncin, and we find them
Put them on the guest list, 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 what demand
Do my part again and uhh...come out again and uhh..
space agein, and we'll forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.