Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the with the versatile style
your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and
When hip hop originated paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in ass
It's been too long, you fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain
And now you with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would last ten years
And if your to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the in your drawers, nigga

Remember when we used to do this shit for fun
the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the
In the crib, funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from stomach
Quick as a comet, shield eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman
Real about the shit I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake you grew up on my street
head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead
And all I wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and it wasn't for me
flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to because I love the buzz, nigga

Chorus, 2X:

My for rhyme
Because I'm true to rap
My for rhyme
Because I'm real this rap
My for rhyme
It all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can a nigga g's

Verse 2,

My for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in
And use my hand as a tape
down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it be
Now G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a of Hen
Hit this hand on silver end
don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man I'm known to be
Dim the (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, 2X

Verse 3,

Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like in a mop
presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein seriously
When limited avenues are to me
So, naturally I take shit and shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a
I could write some shit down that could get a gold
about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we out
Runnin out, who can't hold on like En Vogue
though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the House crew
True to this shit, this shit is so true

Chorus, 2X

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