Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

You ready? go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all
It's like this come on

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent
Fifteen percent concentrated power of
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent
And a hundred percent to remember the name

Mike, he doesn't his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else,
In of the fact that some people still think that they know him

But em he knows the code
It's not about the salary all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it Tak's pickin' it up, let's go

Who the heck is he anyway? He never talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin' star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the
That many misjudge him he makes a livin' from writin' raps

Put it together himself, now the connects
Never askin' for someone's help, to get respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be a hundred clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought be the one to set the west in flames?
And I heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, of the game

Came back dropped Megadef, 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you the stupidest verse?
dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's the roof I heard he messin with S-dot

This is ten percent luck, percent skill
Fifteen concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to the name

They call him Ryu the sick and he's fire an' mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Minor with Tak
A annihilist porcupine he's a piece of a rock
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he rot

Eight years in the makin' patiently to blow
Now the record with takin' over the globe
got a partner in crime, his stuff is equally wrote
You wont believe the kind of that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak, he's not your on the block
He knows how to work with what got
his way to the top
People think it's a common owners
People keep askin' him was it at birth
Or does it for an acronym?

No, livin' proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a can of with juice
Him and his crew are around as one of the best
Dedicated to what doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike, nobody really how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got
Because he writes every and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light on in his mind

It's like a design is written in his head time
Before he even a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those stupid people he runs with, those that he signed
Ridiculous, without tryin', how do they do it?

This is ten percent luck, percent skill
percent concentrated power of will
Five pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred reason to remember the name

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent
Fifteen percent concentrated of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty pain
And a hundred percent reason to the name

Yeah, Minor, M. Shinoda
Styles of Beyond, Ryu,
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