Luyện nghe bài hát Reasons

I'm in this game, I rocked every spot I been in
While you can't show yo face, Islamic women rockin' linen
But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's house without a bed
'Cause these major put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead
So I touchin' bread, I been duckin' feds
even hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt instead
Got nothin' left, every breath is harder 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 angel dust than the attic in heaven
why I'm pissed off like havin' a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my while I have an erection
Got me liable to snap in a of seconds
Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the back of an Legend
I just think of my future, past and the
Try to capture the essence and find sort of lastin' impression
But all I found's a cop's act of aggression
Grabbin' me and smashin' my head in with the back of his
That's why I'm beyond the of a Catholic confession
And why I take cash when the plate's for collection
I've had it with the illest rapper to step in
Lackin' success in a game where 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 takin' creative control, they takin' my soul

The I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason that I steal, the reason that I
Is the reason you me when I'm walkin' down the street
And it's probably the same reason 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 that I wile out and riot in the streets
And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll have peace

Yo, I think about and how they just take it away
'Cause I grew up when got rotational radio play
But nowadays, if I say I'm nothin' but a hater
Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo like fuckin' paper
Maybe I'm mad 'cause labels use stamps to pay me
But I can't be the only one rather hear Bootcamp 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 I'm in the club, grabbin' tits
And the is so loud, I don't hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour, glitz and packs of crack you're 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 'cause your are half off yo ass
Ain't tossin' 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 a Jewish bible
They takin' drama from my momma, now my mind is gone
Weight of the on my shoulders, 8 planets piled on
Rifle drawn, pointed at the cops you callin' 'em
6 ways to die, I'll try all of 'em
Holdin' a Glock and till they stop my breathin'
I I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my reasons

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

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