Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And get muscle and find another hustle
Sick n' tired of but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the on jams
But they don't know it they can it

And a puff 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
my fellas get paid the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin'

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

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

This is so what 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 did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I hear the crowd Vic to old ghetto tricks
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, never took a hit or
Or got spread by what a silly said, never sang or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop 'cause I know when to