Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody ever life was gon' be easy
But

Just a kid, moms when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, what's up heaven?
It's 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 and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin' on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
Truckin' diamonds and
Rubberbands the bankrolls

Fly to make your head spin
Seemed they partied all long
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 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 know what 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 player see me
I kept my up, my gear clean
Even when checkin' minor

Brothers knew my was true
So I up with the real crew
knew exactly what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to with tools

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

Every Fila made
Drape my in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace
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 with 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
Brothers I ran with, I really know

They tell me, "Ice you got love in the pen
You're the one that got away, wanna 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 spared me, I got a son to raise

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