Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out ready to
So now I'm out
Against those 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 smilin' faces
Traces of slander got 'em comin' outta places

I had it an' 'em talkin' loud behind my back
What was for the hood ts what they say is wack
I take the stabbin' and then I'm hit
I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm comin' 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 changes an' never change unless its for the
I always been a go better, clean hustler

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

I stand accused to the crews, I paid my
I stand accused, I refuse to and lose
I stand accused to the news I 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
Instead I'm on that 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 of sharks and a back full a hack marks
They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better it off

And get muscle and find another quick
Sick n' 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 it off the cuff
the back, I'm pullin' axes and blades out the arms and the legs
Still my 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
Remember I said, "Who killed a critic?"

Guess the crew did it, day paybacks a crazy ass
Sent to the writers who criticize fuckin' wit a freedom fighter
Who raises flags and dragged the Klan in bags
I 'em up in Mississippi 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 my boys forget 'em
An' they did got rid of me, negative

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

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