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 whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Webber
So phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander got 'em comin' outta places

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 when I leave 'em, what I'm comin' wit

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

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

I stand to the crews, I paid my dues
I accused, I refuse to stand and lose
I accused 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 'cause 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 the black and brown
I never around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a ocean of sharks and a full a hack marks
They say I'm off, yeah, they better call it off

And get muscle and another hustle quick
Sick n' of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley the vocal on jams
But they don't know it can blow it

And take a 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
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 critic does is
Draw a fuckin' line a line and dis my rhyme
And then they ass is mine, if you find a dead
Remember I said, "Who killed a critic?"

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

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

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half pint 40

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