Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out to rumble
So now I'm out
Against those that the way the story goes
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' funny places

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

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

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

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

I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm
Fuck the knife in the back 'cause it feels like got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I dig dirt wit the devil
Instead I'm on that level

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

And get muscle and another 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 of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the cuff
Behind the back, I'm pullin' and blades out the arms and the legs
my fellas get paid the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, a critic, all the fuckin' critics

Can get the did it, all a fuckin' does is
Draw a fuckin' line cross a line and dis my
And then ass is mine, if you find a critic dead
what 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 'em up in Mississippi and bum fuck

This is Chuck so 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' what they did got rid of me,

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

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