Luyện nghe bài hát Paid Dues

(Eightball)

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

(Cee-Lo)

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

MJG

In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me writin rhymes
It never stopped me playin music,
God, but it didn't I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the
Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long it would be
Before I made it, before somebody up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, played instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of doing shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail dates
I can in the past closin down at fast foods
Strictly to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap, I thought they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a time they over Tennesseee,
and didn't Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
back 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 my worst contract, we hurt from that
And til this day, they still distributin - our tape
Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and 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 didn't a pot to piss
So we got on and we rocked the bitch.
the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the
Niggas all in the lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes
Box chevy the spokes and vogues,
niggas know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young nigga believe that shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be shit
Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a
some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
I'm space agein..and forever be
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G
Turn the page, from then to now, and we grindin
Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find
Put them on the guest list, make them pump their and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, bitches get fucked to this
Expand, all my true fans what they demand
Do my part and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agein, and forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.