Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I here for awhile
When I was I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my
Without them salt sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to in this bitch
I paid my to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and me out of a job
You strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to hang yourself
But you care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the and the money you got
You must of forgot they that rap would never last ten years
And if your to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers,

Remember back when we used to do this for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the
In the crib, gettin funky off the nigga beat
No to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes the UV
Groovey, a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I 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 ever to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it for me
Poetry flowin through my like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme I love the buzz, nigga

Chorus, 2X:

My for rhyme
Because I'm to this rap
My for rhyme
I'm real with this rap
My for rhyme
It ain't all the cheese
Even though fat can make a nigga g's

Verse 2,

My reason for rhymin, I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, fuck
Lies start spreadin now you in a mix up
I gits up, do up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I it oughta be
Now follow G, can you
If you can then a shot of Hen
Hit this on your silver end
Friends don't be and foes don't be foes
the way you bring it, that's 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 real with Tony
And I'll the man that I'm known to be
Dim the (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, 2X

Verse 3,

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

Chorus, 2X

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