Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be the script whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Chris
So many phony faces
Traces of slander got 'em comin' outta places

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

I complain about the money, although the suckas in the back
They talkin' shit an' laughin' like somethin' funny
I aim to make changes an' never change unless its for the
I always been a go better, clean hustler

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

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

I hear 'em talkin' and behind my back I'm attacked
Fuck the in the back 'cause it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I never dig wit the devil
Instead I'm on that other

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

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

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

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

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

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

But 94 got and blunts 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 out, half pint 40 ounce

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