Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every I been in
you can't show yo face, like Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's without a fuckin' bed
'Cause these labels put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touchin' bread, I duckin' feds
Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt
Got nothin' left, every breath is 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 than the attic in
That's why I'm off like havin' a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my dick I have an erection
Got me liable to snap in a matter of
Pullin' like 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 impression
But all I found's a cop's 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 cash when the plate's passed for collection
had it with bein' the illest rapper to step in
Lackin' success in a game where dudes bite like they don't have a
I've had it these labels, so I'm breakin the mold, 'cause they ain't just takin' creative control, they takin' my soul

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

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

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how they take it away
'Cause I grew up when Wu-Tang got radio play
But nowadays, if I say shit I'm but a hater
Till I a rusty razor and cut yo face like fuckin' paper
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 fans are
But at my fans don't buy mixtapes full of whack rappers
I can't front, I when I'm in the club, grabbin' tits
And the bass is so loud, I don't the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour, glitz and packs of crack you're flippin' Won't be till you stop braggin', and say it was a bad decision
If you're anything like me, you're poor a tortured past
Gettin' beat by pigs 'cause your are half off yo ass
Ain't cash in photographs with some camera crew
You was and blue in handcuffs on New York Avenue
the truth, that's the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place like Muslims with a bible
They drama 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 million to die, I'll try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and 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 I'm a thief
The reason that I steal, the that 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 reason that I steal, the that I cheat
Is the reason I wile out and in the streets
And the same reason my fuckin' life'll never have peace