Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be the script whatever the traitors 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 they say is wack
I the stabbin' and grin then I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm wit

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

Rhyme of muscle ya
Born when ya I'm gone
The era is on

I stand accused to the crews, I 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 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 other

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

And get and find 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 know it can blow it

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

Can get the did it, all a critic does is
a fuckin' line cross a line and dis my rhyme
And then they ass is mine, if you find a critic
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 raises flags and dragged the Klan in body
I hung 'em up in and bum fuck

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

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

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