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 with
It's hell when you're an orphan at a age
This impressionable stage, no love breeds

In the heart of a child who never knew his
Looked up to and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, talk
Truckin' diamonds and
Rubberbands the bankrolls

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

I didn't understand, but I to get a job
all the players got the girls 'cause 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 better than
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 money

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

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

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

Every Fila made
Drape my women in
Pavet Piaget, Palace 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 called multiple indictments for hundreds of

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

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

They tell me, "Ice you got love in the pen
You're the one that got away, don't see you in"
They me, "Tell the little 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 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' ain't easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we need for us to
We gotta together, unseparated
Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we're all