Luyện nghe bài hát Reason For Rhyme

Verse 1, MJG,

I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile
Check your calendar realize that I been here for
When I was I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to a mile in my past
them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to the south
your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn
For you too kill the and leave me out of a job
You niggaz yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the you got
You must of they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to a career
Now listen here, do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the in your drawers, nigga

Remember when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked one
No gun, a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga
No electronics to make the shit that I the chronic
Shit sick enough to vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your from the UV
Groovey, a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I over dope beats
You can't say it was unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead
And all I ever wanted to be was an
Did a little dirt and it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin my bloodstream like a drug
I'm to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga

Chorus, 2X:

My for rhyme
Because I'm true to rap
My reason for
Because I'm real this rap
My for rhyme
It all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can a nigga g's

2, MJG:

My for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, fuck
Lies start spreadin now you in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape
Jottin down all the information in front of me
The time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you
If you can then a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your end
Friends don't be and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I
I can stay up out the keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Draper
And I'll potray the man I'm known to be
Dim the (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, 2X

3, Eightball:

Give me a crowd of wild who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like in a mop
presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the with ghosts
no hope of bein takin seriously
When avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a
I could some shit down that could get a gold record
about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on En Vogue
Even I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave crew
True to shit, because this shit is so true

Chorus, 2X

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