Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in game, I rocked every spot I been in
While you can't yo face, like Islamic women rockin' 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 touchin' bread, I duckin' feds
even hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt instead
Got nothin' left, every breath is harder than the
And success seems out of reach, further in the past
That's why I'm trashed, sparkin up this hash in a
Packin' up more dust than the attic in heaven
why I'm pissed off like havin' a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my dick I have an erection
Got me liable to snap in a of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the back of an Acura
I think of my future, past and the present
Try to capture the essence and find some of lastin' impression
But all I found's a cop's act of aggression
me and smashin' my head in with the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the of a Catholic confession
And why I take when the plate's passed for collection
I've had it with bein' the rapper to step in
Lackin' success in a where dudes bite like they don't have a reflection
I've had it with these labels, so I'm breakin the mold, they ain't just takin' creative control, they takin' my soul

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

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

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how they just it away
'Cause I grew up when Wu-Tang got rotational play
But nowadays, if I say I'm nothin' but a hater
Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo face 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 whack
I can't front, I listen when I'm in the club, tits
And the bass is so loud, I don't hear the 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 with a tortured past
Gettin' beat by pigs your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't tossin' cash in with some camera crew
You was black and blue in handcuffs on New York
the truth, that's the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place like Muslims with a Jewish
They takin' drama my baby momma, now my mind is gone
Weight of the world on my shoulders, 8 planets on
Rifle drawn, pointed at the when you callin' 'em
6 million ways to die, 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 that I cheat
Is the reason you avoid me when I'm walkin' the street
And it's probably the same reason end up deceased

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