Luyện nghe bài hát Paid Dues

(Eightball)

Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and better recognize
Eightball & MJG...been ten down in this game
we were two young playas in a one horse town
then hopped to a muthafuckin
Nigga, my life have been done got cut off...
If my dues paid.

(Cee-Lo)

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

MJG

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

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