Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

Mike, he doesn't need his up in lights
He just wants to be heard 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 em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique up
means 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 with status but still leavin' them star
Humbled through given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin'

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

This is percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in
And I heard him wreckin' the crystal 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 givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he messin S-dot

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

They call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin' fire an'
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor Tak
A stupid annihilist he's a piece of a rock
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he 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 the kind of words that comes out of this kid's throat

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

No, he's livin' proof got him 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 how or why he works so hard
It seems he's never got time
Because he every note and he writes every line
And seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind

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

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

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

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