Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

Mike, he need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether the beat or the mic
He so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that people still think that they know him

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

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

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

This is 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 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 have the verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him spots
His stock's through the roof I he messin with S-dot

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

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

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

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

No, he's proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker a can of wodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the
Dedicated to what 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 note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at when that light goes on in his mind

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

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

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

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