Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody ever said was gon' be easy
But

Just a kid, moms died when I was
Pops died, eleven, what's up with
It's hell when you're an orphan at a age
This impressionable stage, no love rage

In the heart of a who never knew his roots
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the boots
Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, talk
Truckin' diamonds and
Rubberbands around the

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

I didn't understand, but I to get a job
While all the players got the 'cause they'd hustle and rob
I was like makin' 1-50 a week
And after taxes, you know what that is meat

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

Streets of anger, and crime
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car
But I never let player see me down
I kept my up, my gear clean
Even when checkin' green

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

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

Every Fila made
Drape my in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's holidays
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 called multiple indictments for hundreds of

Daff is
Carter got 25
Nah
Spike 35 to
Nah, tell me B.O.'s dead, man
I don't wanna that, man
I was with him

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

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

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

And bein' ain't easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we for us to build
We come together, unseparated
Check like I did, blackman, because we're all related