Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm out ready to rumble
So now I'm out
those that flip the way the story goes
One knows

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

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

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

Rhyme of muscle 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 news I kick the
I accused, I refuse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I hear the crowd Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, pint 40 ounce

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