Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody ever said life was be easy
But

Just a kid, moms died when I was
Pops died, eleven, up with heaven?
It's hell when you're an at a early age
This impressionable stage, no breeds rage

In the heart of a who never knew his roots
Looked up to and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin' on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
diamonds and gold
Rubberbands around the

Fly to make your head spin
Seemed they all night long
I was like, "Put me on"
But said, "Little fellow, run and go play
Take butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day"

I didn't understand, but I to get a job
While all the players got the girls they'd hustle and rob
I was like makin' 'bout a week
And taxes, you know what that is lunch meat

And I know I can be than this
I get me a car, man
I get a girl
I I can do it out there, man
I'm go for it, man
I gotta get some

Streets of anger, trouble and
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car
But I let another player see me down
I kept my front up, my gear
Even checkin' minor green

Brothers knew my game was
So I hooked up the real crew
That knew what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex tools

hoes on the block
Checkin' non stop
spots, armor with interior bars
No lie, I to own 'bout 15 cars

Every piece made
Drape my women in
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace
It was on, crazy out of
We up the word 'ballin'', that was how we rolled
But the FBI had a 'nother idea
It's multiple indictments for hundreds of years

Daff is
Carter got 25
Nah
35 to life?
Nah, tell me B.O.'s dead, man
I don't hear that, man
I was just him

The is vicious, no retirement, you die young
Listen to a fake, he tell you to grab a gun
I get phone calls from row
Brothers I ran with, brothers I really

They tell me, "Ice you got love in the pen
You're the one that got away, don't see you in"
They tell me, "Tell the homies the deal
let 'em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel

I marched two strong in D.C.
Lookin' eye to eye with that I used to think below me
Damn, my was twisted in my hustlin' days
But God me, I got a baby son to raise

And bein' black ain't easy, is real
But and liberty is all we need for us to build
We gotta together, unseparated
Check yourself I did, blackman, because we're all related