Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the nigga the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for
When I was young I took the soul up out of and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my
And take my shoes, and try to walk a in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to the south
your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to in this bitch
I my dues 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 said that rap would never ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a
Now here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the and the glock in your drawers, nigga

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

Chorus, 2X:

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

Verse 2,

My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be
It's not about the fame and bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, fuck
Lies start now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a recorder
Jottin all the information placed 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 hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my
And be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
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 of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own
And let that bullshit walk among the past with
Ain't no hope of bein takin
When limited avenues are to me
So, naturally I take and make shit mine
Jackin for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you for a second
I write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we out
out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House
True to this shit, because this is so true

Chorus, 2X

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