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, up with 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 in the eel-skin boots
Parkin' on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
Truckin' and gold
Rubberbands around the

Fly girls to make your head
Seemed they partied all night
I was like, "Put me on"
But said, "Little fellow, run and go play
Take your butt to 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 1-50 a
And after taxes, you what that is lunch 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 gotta get money

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

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

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

Every piece Fila
my women in suede
Pavet Piaget, Palace holidays
It was on, crazy out of
We made up the word 'ballin'', was how we rolled
But the FBI had a whole idea
It's called indictments for hundreds of years

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 with him

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

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

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

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