Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody said life was gon' be easy
But

Just a kid, moms when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, up with heaven?
hell when you're an orphan at a early age
This stage, no love breeds 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, gangsta
Truckin' and gold
Rubberbands around the

Fly girls to your head spin
Seemed they partied all long
I was like, "Put me on"
But said, "Little fellow, run and go play
Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be 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 'bout 1-50 a week
And after taxes, you what that is lunch meat

And I know I can be better this
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 gotta get money

Streets of anger, and crime
I had it hard, had to in my car sometime
But I let another player see me down
I kept my up, my gear clean
Even when checkin' minor

Brothers my game was true
So I hooked up with the real
That knew exactly to do
jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools

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

Every piece made
my women in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's holidays
It was on, crazy out of
We made up the word 'ballin'', that was how we
But the FBI had a whole 'nother
It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of

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

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

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

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

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