Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out ready to
So now I'm out
Against those that flip the way the story
One never

Who be flippin' the script whatever the name
My aim is 'em like, I'm Chris Webber
So phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander got 'em outta funny places

I had it an' hear 'em loud behind my back
What was good for the hood ts what they say is
I the stabbin' and grin then I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile I leave 'em, what I'm comin' wit

I can't complain about the money, although the suckas in the
They talkin' shit an' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make an' never change unless its for the better
'Cause I been a go better, clean hustler

Rhyme instead of ya
Born when ya thinkin' I'm
The era is on

I accused to the crews, I paid my dues
I stand accused, I to stand and lose
I stand accused to the I kick the blues
I stand accused, I

I 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm attacked
the knife in the back 'cause it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I never dig dirt wit the
Instead I'm on that level

But I took time to reach down to help the black and
I never stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my
In a ocean of sharks and a back a hack marks
They say I'm off, yeah, they better call it off

And get muscle and another hustle quick
Sick n' of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the on jams
But don't know it they can blow it

And take a puff of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the
Behind the back, I'm pullin' axes and blades out the arms and the
Still my get paid the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, a critic, all the fuckin' critics

Can get the did it, all a fuckin' does is
Draw a fuckin' line cross a line and dis my
And then they ass is mine, if you find a critic
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

Guess the crew did it, day a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize they're wit a freedom fighter
Who raises flags and dragged the Klan in body
I 'em up in Mississippi and bum fuck

This is Chuck so what the hell, you I did it for
To open doors from to Arkansas
And let 'em, I met 'em, I told my boys forget 'em
An' what they did got rid of me,

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin, wed leave 'em in the
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half pint 40

Announce to the rest we had a out
I never a drink, never took a hit or bribe
Or got spread by a silly rumor said, never sang or gang banged
Sold out or hip hop 'cause I know when to stop