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 goes
One never

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

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

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

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

I stand 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 stand accused, I

I 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the 'cause it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I dig dirt wit the devil
I'm on that other level

But I took to reach down to help the black and brown
I stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a ocean of and a back full a hack marks
They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, better call it off

And get muscle and find hustle quick
n' tired of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the vocal on
But don't know 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' and blades out the arms and the legs
Still my fellas get paid the era is on
a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin' critics

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

the crew did it, day paybacks a crazy 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 doors from to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I my boys forget 'em
An' what did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I hear the fallin' 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

to the rest we had a fall 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 hip hop 'cause I know when to stop