Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile
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 my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my
them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers to feel the south
Shut mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz to work in this bitch
I my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the and leave me out of a job
You niggaz yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin in the plot
from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm 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 to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook by the sheet
In the crib, funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring from your stomach
as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a movie
Real about the shit that I over dope beats
You say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead
And all I wanted to be was an emcee
Did a dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream a drug
I'm addicted to because I love the buzz, nigga

Chorus, 2X:

My for rhyme
Because I'm to this rap
My for rhyme
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 to be tellin
It's not 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 up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a recorder
Jottin down all the information in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it be
Now G, can you comprehend?
If you can drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your end
Friends be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you it, that's 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 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 soaked up, like in a mop
presidents among me and my own folk
And let bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin
When avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called
Freestyle, not great, but if you for a second
I could some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing I think about
MJG and and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En
Even though I out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, this shit is so true

Chorus, 2X

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