Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked spot I been in
While you can't show yo face, Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in house without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these major labels put out MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I touchin' bread, I been duckin' feds
Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt
Got left, every breath is harder than the last
And success seems out of reach, slippin' in the past
why I'm trashed, sparkin up this hash 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 left in my dick while I have an erection
Got me liable to snap in a of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the of an Acura Legend
I think of my future, past and the present
Try to the essence and find some sort of lastin' impression
But all I found's a corrupt act of aggression
Grabbin' me and 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 illest 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, 'cause they ain't just takin' creative control, they my soul

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 when I'm walkin' down the
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 that I cheat
Is the reason that I wile out and in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never peace

Yo, I think about and how they just take it away
'Cause I grew up Wu-Tang got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say shit I'm nothin' but a
Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo face like fuckin'
Maybe I'm mad 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 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 spittin'
All that glamour, glitz and of crack you're flippin' Won't be real till you stop braggin', and say it was a bad decision
If you're anything like me, you're poor a tortured past
Gettin' by pigs 'cause your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't tossin' cash in with some camera crew
You was black and blue in on New York Avenue
That's the truth, the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place like with a Jewish bible
They takin' drama from my 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 they my breathin'
I I'm crazy, don't 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 when I'm walkin' down the
And it's probably the same reason 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 I wile out and riot in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never peace