Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Came back Megadef, took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the verse?
This is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
His through the roof I heard he messin with S-dot

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

They call him Ryu the and he's spittin' fire an' mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor Tak
A stupid annihilist porcupine he's a of a rock
The type women want to be with and rappers he doesn't rot

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

Tak, he's not everyday on the block
He knows how to work what he's got
his way to the top
People think a common owners name
People keep him was it given 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 wodka juice
Him and his crew are known as one of the best
to what they doin give a hundred percent

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Fort Minor, M.
Styles of Beyond, Ryu,
Machine