Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody ever said was gon' be easy
But

Just a kid, died when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, what's up heaven?
hell when you're an orphan at a early age
This stage, no love breeds rage

In the heart of a child who never his roots
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin
Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta
Truckin' and gold
Rubberbands the bankrolls

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

I understand, but I tried to get a job
While all the players got the girls 'cause they'd and rob
I was like makin' 1-50 a week
And taxes, you know what that is lunch meat

And I know I can be better 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 get some money

Streets of anger, trouble and
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car
But I never let another see me down
I kept my front up, my gear
Even when minor green

Brothers my game was true
So I hooked up with the real
That knew exactly 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
my women in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's holidays
It was on, out of control
We made up the word 'ballin'', that was how we
But the FBI had a whole 'nother
It's multiple indictments for hundreds of years

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

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

They tell me, "Ice you got much 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 marched two million in D.C.
Lookin' eye to eye with brothers that I used to think me
Damn, my mind was twisted in my days
But God me, I got a baby son to raise

And bein' black easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we for us to build
We gotta together, unseparated
Check like I did, blackman, because we're all related