Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every I been in
While you can't show yo face, Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm sleepin' in mom's house without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these major put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touchin' bread, I duckin' feds
Can't even for myself, I spend it on some cunt instead
Got nothin' left, every breath is harder than the
And seems out of reach, slippin' 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
That's why I'm pissed off like a bladder infection
With broken catheters in my dick while I have an erection
Got me liable to in a matter of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the of an Acura Legend
I just of my future, past and the present
Try to capture the essence and find sort of lastin' impression
But all I a corrupt cop's act of aggression
me and smashin' my head in with the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the blessings of a Catholic
And why I take cash when the plate's passed for
I've had it with bein' the rapper to step 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 reason that I steal, the reason that I
Is the reason you avoid me when I'm walkin' the street
And it's probably the same reason I'll end up

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 life'll never have peace

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how they 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
Maybe I'm mad 'cause use food stamps to pay me
But I can't be the only one who'd rather hear than Jay-Z
So yeah, I'm underground, all my are backpackers
But at my fans don't buy mixtapes full of whack rappers
I can't front, I listen when I'm in the club, grabbin'
And the bass is so loud, I hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour, and packs of crack you're flippin' Won't be real till you stop braggin', and say it was a bad decision
If you're anything me, you're poor with a tortured past
Gettin' beat by 'cause your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't cash in photographs with some 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, pointed at the cops when you 'em
6 million to die, I'll try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and squeezin' till they my breathin'
I I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my reasons

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