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 rockin'
But I'm stuck in mom's house without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these major labels put out MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touchin' bread, I been feds
Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on some instead
Got nothin' left, every breath is than the last
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 angel than the attic in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off like havin' a 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 Pun from the back of an Acura Legend
I just of my future, past and the present
Try to capture the essence and find some sort of lastin'
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 when the passed for collection
I've had it with bein' the illest 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 they ain't just takin' 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 reason you avoid me when I'm down 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 that I wile out and riot in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never have

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how they just take it
'Cause I grew up when got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say I'm nothin' but a hater
Till I pull a razor and cut yo face 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 are backpackers
But at least my fans don't buy mixtapes of whack rappers
I front, I listen when I'm in the club, grabbin' tits
And the is so loud, I don't hear the trash you're spittin'
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 like me, you're with a tortured past
Gettin' beat by pigs your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't tossin' cash in photographs with camera crew
You was black and blue in on New York Avenue
the truth, that's the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place like with a Jewish bible
They takin' from my baby momma, now my mind is gone
Weight of the on my shoulders, 8 planets piled on
Rifle drawn, at the cops when you callin' 'em
6 ways to die, I'll try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and squeezin' till they stop my
I know I'm crazy, ask me why, I got my reasons

The reason I'm a liar, the I'm a thief
The reason that I steal, the reason I cheat
Is the reason you avoid me I'm walkin' down the street
And it's probably the 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 I wile out and in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll have peace