Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

I had it an' hear 'em talkin' loud behind my
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 when I leave 'em, what I'm wit

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

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

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

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 dig dirt wit the devil
Instead I'm on other level

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

And get muscle and another hustle quick
n' tired of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man oopin' the vocal on jams
But they don't 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 fellas get 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 line cross a line and dis my rhyme
And they ass is mine, if you find a critic dead
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

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

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

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' Vic to old tricks
But if I wasn't cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, pint 40 ounce

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