Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every I been in
While you can't show yo face, like Islamic women linen
But I'm stuck in mom's house without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these major labels put out whack MCs like
So I ain't bread, I been duckin' feds
Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on some instead
Got nothin' left, every is harder than the last
And success seems out of reach, slippin' further in the
That's why I'm trashed, sparkin up this in a session
up more angel dust than the attic in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off havin' a bladder infection
With broken catheters in my dick while I have an erection
Got me liable to snap in a matter of
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the back of an Acura
I just think of my future, past and the
Try to the essence and find some sort of lastin' impression
But all I a corrupt cop's act of aggression
Grabbin' me and smashin' my head in the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the blessings of a confession
And why I take cash when the passed for collection
I've had it with bein' the illest rapper to in
Lackin' success in a game where dudes bite like they don't a reflection
I've had it with these labels, so I'm breakin the mold, 'cause they ain't just creative control, they takin' my soul

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

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

Yo, I think about and how they just take it away
'Cause I grew up when got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say shit I'm but a hater
Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo like fuckin' paper
I'm mad 'cause labels use food stamps to pay me
But I be the only one who'd rather 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 listen when I'm in the club, grabbin'
And the bass is so loud, I don't hear the trash you're
All that glamour, glitz and packs of crack you're flippin' Won't be real you stop braggin', and say it was a bad decision
If you're anything me, you're poor with a tortured past
beat by pigs 'cause your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't cash in photographs with some camera crew
You was black and in handcuffs on New York Avenue
That's the truth, that's the reason I'm almost
Feelin' out of place like Muslims with a bible
They takin' from my baby momma, now my mind is gone
Weight of the on my shoulders, 8 planets piled on
Rifle drawn, pointed at the cops when you 'em
6 million ways to die, try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and squeezin' till stop my breathin'
I know I'm crazy, ask me why, I got my reasons

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

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