Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

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

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

Who the heck is he He never really talks much
concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled opportunities given despite the fact
many misjudge him because he makes 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

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

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

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

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

Eight years in the makin' patiently 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 your everyday on the
He knows how to work what he's got
his way to the top
People think it's a owners name
People keep askin' him was it at birth
Or it stand for an acronym?

No, he's proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a can of wodka with
Him and his crew are around as one of the best
Dedicated to what doin give a hundred percent

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

It's like a design is in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a
And stupid 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, percent pain
And a hundred percent to remember the name

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

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