Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize I been 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 shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this east and west coast shit
Especially other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god hard
For you too the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to yourself
And now you playin with enough to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the
Mesmerized all the bitches 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, what do we have, we got probable
To keep the pen on the paper and the in your drawers, nigga

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

Chorus, 2X:

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

2, MJG:

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, up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a recorder
down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I it oughta be
Now G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a of Hen
Hit this hand on your end
Friends don't be and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man I'm known to be
Dim the (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, 2X

3, Eightball:

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

Chorus, 2X

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