Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

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

But em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique up
That means when he 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 leavin' them star struck
Humbled opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he a livin' from writin' raps

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

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

Came back dropped Megadef, 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him spots
His stock's through the I heard he messin with S-dot

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

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

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

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

No, he's livin' proof got him rockin' the
get you buzzin' quicker than a can of wodka with juice
Him and his crew are known as one of the best
Dedicated to what they give a hundred percent

Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so
It seems like he's got time
Because he every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work that light goes on in his mind

It's like a design is written in his head time
Before he touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those stupid people he with, those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, even tryin', how do they do it?

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

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

Yeah, Fort Minor, M.
of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
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