Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

You Let's go
Yeah, for those of you want to know what we're all about
like this y'all come on

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

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

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

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

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

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

back dropped Megadef, took '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 the roof I heard he messin with S-dot

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

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

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

Tak, he's not everyday 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 livin' got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you quicker than a can of wodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred

Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so
It seems like never got time
Because he writes every note and he every line
And I've him at work when that light goes on in his mind

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

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

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

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