Luyện nghe bài hát Paid Dues

(Eightball)

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

(Cee-Lo)

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

MJG

In the middle of doin (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
It stopped me from playin 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 faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and it
With a remark like, "Hey, that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin down at foods
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin I'd be the last dude
Who can it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a time looked over Tennesseee,
and didn't know 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 - when I signed my contract
And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt that
And til this day, still distributin - our first tape
before Comin Out Hard, now can you it?
Be and patient with whatever you should choose
Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't my dues.

A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds
Nigga, we have a pot to piss
So we got on stage and we the bitch.
Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the row
Get wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with
Box chevy with the and vogues,
niggas didn't know shit a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young nigga don't believe shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm be that shit
Ok, everybody know everybody done 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, from then to now, and we still
Small clubs and towns think 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 bitches get to this
Expand, all my true fans what they demand
Do my part and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
space agein, and we'll forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.