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 goes
One knows

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

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

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

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

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

I hear 'em 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 other

But I took time to reach down to the black and brown
I never around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a ocean of sharks and a back full a hack
say I'm fallin' 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 the vocal on jams
But they know it they can blow it

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

Can get the did it, all a critic does is
Draw a fuckin' cross a line and dis my rhyme
And then 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 criticize they're fuckin' wit a fighter
Who raises flags and dragged the Klan in body
I 'em up in Mississippi and bum fuck

is Chuck so what the hell, you think I did it for
To open doors Carolina to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I told my boys 'em
An' what 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 your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of out and bellin' out, half pint 40 ounce

to the rest we had a fall out
I never a drink, never 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