Luyện nghe bài hát Remember The Name

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

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

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

But trip em he the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' noise
Makin' the story sure his clique stays 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 still leavin' them struck
through opportunities given despite the fact
That many 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 reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an

This is twenty percent skill, eighty 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

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

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

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

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

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

No, livin' proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a can of with juice
Him and his crew are around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin 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 I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his

It's like a design is written in his head time
Before he even a key or speaks in a rhyme
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 skill
Fifteen percent concentrated of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the

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

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