Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out ready to
So now I'm out
Against that flip the way the story goes
One knows

Who be the script whatever the traitors name
My aim is 'em like, I'm Chris Webber
So phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander got 'em comin' funny places

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

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

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 and lose
I stand accused to the news I kick the
I accused, I refuse

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

But I took time to reach down to help the and brown
I never stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my
In a ocean of sharks and a back full a hack
They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, better call it off

And get muscle and find hustle quick
Sick n' tired of critics but I can a hit
I'm all man alley the vocal on jams
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' axes and blades out the and the legs
Still my fellas get paid the era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin'

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

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

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

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and 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 or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop 'cause I when to stop