Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

Mike, he doesn't need his name up in
He just wants to be heard it's 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 trip em he knows the
It's not about the it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his stays up
That when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go

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

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

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

Came back Megadef, took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest
This is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I he messin with S-dot

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

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

Eight years in the makin' waitin' to blow
Now the record with takin' over 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 your everyday on the
He knows how to work what he's got
his way to the top
People think it's a common owners
People keep him was it given at birth
Or does it for an acronym?

No, he's livin' proof got him rockin' the
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 they give a hundred percent

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

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

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

is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of
percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the

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