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 for awhile
When I was young I took the up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my
Without them salt shaker tryin to get in that ass
been 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 when other niggaz tryin to work in this
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god 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 rope to actually 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 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 glock in your drawers,

Remember back when we to do this 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, gettin off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from stomach
Quick as a comet, your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a movie
Real the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out niggaz
And all I ever to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz,

Chorus, 2X:

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

2, MJG:

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
start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in
And use my hand as a recorder
Jottin down all the 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 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 game my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my real with Tony Draper
And potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, 2X

Verse 3,

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

Chorus, 2X

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