Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm respected in this game, I every spot I been in
While you can't show yo face, like Islamic rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's house without a bed
'Cause major labels put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't bread, I been duckin' feds
Can't hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt instead
Got left, every breath is harder than the last
And success seems out of reach, further in the past
why I'm trashed, sparkin up this hash in a session
Packin' up more angel dust the attic in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off like havin' a infection
With broken catheters in my dick while I have an erection
Got me liable to in a matter of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the of an Acura Legend
I just of my future, past 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 head in the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the of a Catholic confession
And why I take when the plate's passed for collection
I've had it with bein' the illest to step in
success in a game 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, takin' my soul

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a
The reason that I steal, the reason that I
Is the reason you avoid me when I'm walkin' down the
And it's 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 I wile out and riot in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never have

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how just take it away
I grew up when Wu-Tang got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say shit I'm but a hater
Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo like fuckin' paper
Maybe I'm mad 'cause use food stamps to pay me
But I can't be the only one who'd rather hear than Jay-Z
So yeah, I'm underground, all my fans are
But at least my fans don't buy mixtapes full of rappers
I can't front, I listen when I'm in the club, tits
And the bass is so loud, I hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour, glitz and packs of 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 poor a tortured past
Gettin' beat by pigs your pants are half off yo ass
Ain't tossin' cash in photographs with some crew
You was black and in handcuffs on New York Avenue
That's the truth, the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feelin' out of place like Muslims with a Jewish
They takin' from my baby momma, now my mind is gone
Weight of the world on my shoulders, 8 planets on
Rifle drawn, pointed at the when you callin' 'em
6 million ways to die, try all of 'em
Holdin' a and squeezin' till they stop my breathin'
I I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my reasons

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

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