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 story
One knows

Who be flippin' the script the traitors name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Chris
So many phony 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 stabbin' and then I'm hit
'Cause I the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm comin' wit

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

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

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

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

But I took to reach down to help the black 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 and find another hustle quick
Sick n' of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley the vocal on jams
But they know it they 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 fellas get paid the era is on
a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin' critics

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

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

This is Chuck so the hell, you think I did it for
To doors from Carolina to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I told my boys '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 tricks
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and out, half pint 40 ounce

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