Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be flippin' the script whatever the name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Webber
So many phony faces
Traces of slander got 'em 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 grin I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm wit

I can't complain about the money, although the suckas in the
They talkin' shit an' laughin' it's somethin' funny
I aim to make changes an' change unless its for the better
'Cause I been a go better, clean hustler

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

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

I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm
Fuck the in the back '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 help the and brown
I never stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my
In a ocean of and a back full a hack marks
say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better call it off

And get and find another hustle quick
n' tired of critics but I can take 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 kissin' it off the
Behind the back, I'm pullin' and blades out the arms and the legs
Still my fellas get 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 cross a line and dis my
And then they ass is mine, if you a critic dead
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

the crew did it, day paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who 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 open doors from Carolina to
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I told my 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 ghetto
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half 40 ounce

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