Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm out ready to rumble
So now I'm out
Against that flip the way the story goes
One never

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

I had it an' hear 'em talkin' loud behind my
was good for the hood ts what they say is wack
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, the suckas in the back
They shit an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make an' never change unless its for the better
'Cause I been a go better, clean hustler

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

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

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

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

And get muscle and find another hustle
n' tired of critics but I can take 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 out the arms and the legs
Still my fellas get paid the era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the critics

Can get the did it, all a fuckin' does is
Draw a fuckin' 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 who criticize they're fuckin' wit a freedom fighter
Who raises and dragged the Klan in body bags
I hung 'em up in and bum fuck

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

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto
But if I wasn't your cousin, wed leave 'em in the
Of sellin' out and out, half pint 40 ounce

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