Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every spot I in
While you can't yo face, like Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in house without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these major put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touchin' bread, I been duckin'
Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on cunt instead
Got nothin' left, every breath is harder than the
And success seems out of reach, slippin' in the past
That's why I'm trashed, up this hash in a session
Packin' up more angel than the attic in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off like a bladder infection
With broken left 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 of an Acura Legend
I just think of my future, and the present
Try to the essence and find some sort of lastin' impression
But all I found's a cop's act of aggression
Grabbin' me and smashin' my in with the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the blessings of a Catholic
And why I take cash 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, 'cause they ain't just takin' creative control, they my soul

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

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

Yo, I think hip-hop and how they just take it away
'Cause I grew up when Wu-Tang got rotational radio
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 full of whack
I can't front, I when I'm in the club, grabbin' tits
And the bass is so loud, I hear the trash you're 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 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 and blue in handcuffs on New York Avenue
That's the truth, the reason I'm almost suicidal
out of place like Muslims 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
drawn, pointed at the cops when you callin' 'em
6 million ways to die, try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and squeezin' they stop my breathin'
I know I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my

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 it's probably the same I'll end up deceased

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