Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every spot I in
While you can't show yo face, Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's house a fuckin' bed
'Cause major labels put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touchin' bread, I been duckin'
Can't even hustle for myself, I it on some cunt instead
Got left, every breath is harder than the last
And seems out of reach, slippin' further in the past
That's why I'm trashed, sparkin up this in a session
Packin' up more angel dust the attic in heaven
That's why I'm off like havin' a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my dick while I an erection
Got me to snap in a matter of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the of an Acura Legend
I just think of my future, and the present
Try to capture the and find some sort of lastin' impression
But all I found's a cop's act of aggression
Grabbin' me and smashin' my head in the back of his weapon
why I'm beyond the blessings of a Catholic confession
And why I take cash the plate's passed for collection
I've had it with bein' the rapper to step in
Lackin' success in a game where dudes bite like they have a reflection
I've had it with these labels, so I'm breakin the mold, 'cause ain't just takin' creative control, they takin' my soul

The I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason I steal, the reason that I cheat
Is the you avoid me when I'm walkin' down the street
And it's the same reason I'll end up deceased

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a
The that I steal, the reason that I cheat
Is the reason that I wile out and in the streets
And it's the reason my fuckin' life'll never have peace

Yo, I think about and how they just take it away
'Cause I up when Wu-Tang got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say shit I'm but a hater
Till I pull a rusty and cut yo face like fuckin' paper
Maybe I'm mad 'cause labels use food to pay me
But I can't be the only one who'd hear Bootcamp than Jay-Z
So yeah, I'm underground, all my fans are
But at least my fans don't buy mixtapes full of rappers
I can't front, I when I'm in the club, grabbin' tits
And the bass is so loud, I hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour, glitz and packs of crack you're flippin' Won't be real till you stop braggin', and say it was a bad
If you're anything like me, you're poor a tortured past
Gettin' beat by pigs 'cause your are half off yo ass
tossin' cash in photographs with some camera crew
You was black and blue in handcuffs on New York
That's the truth, the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place Muslims with a Jewish bible
They takin' drama from my baby momma, now my mind is
Weight of the world on my shoulders, 8 piled on
Rifle drawn, pointed at the when you callin' 'em
6 ways to die, I'll try all of 'em
a Glock and squeezin' till they stop my breathin'
I know I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a
The reason that I steal, the reason that I
Is the reason you avoid me I'm walkin' down the street
And it's probably the same I'll end up deceased

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a
The reason that I steal, the reason I cheat
Is the reason I out and riot in the streets
And it's the same reason my life'll never have peace