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 flippin' the script the traitors name
My aim is 'em like, I'm Chris Webber
So many phony faces
of slander got 'em comin' outta funny places

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

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

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

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

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

But I took time to reach down to help the black and
I never around, I hear 'em talkin' 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 critics but I can a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the vocal on
But they don't know it they can 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 arms and the
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 they ass is mine, if you a critic dead
what I said, "Who killed a critic?"

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

is Chuck 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 boys 'em
An' they did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I hear the fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin, wed '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, 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