Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

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

I complain about the money, although the suckas in the back
They talkin' an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make changes an' never unless its for the better
'Cause I always been a go better, clean

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

I stand to the crews, I paid my dues
I stand accused, I to stand and lose
I accused to the news 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 feels like 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 the black and brown
I never around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a ocean of sharks and a full a hack marks
They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better it off

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

And take a puff of dis joint, I see I'm it off the cuff
Behind the back, I'm axes and blades out the arms and the legs
Still my fellas get paid the era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin'

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

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

This is so what the hell, you think I did it for
To open doors from 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 and blunts in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' Vic to old tricks
But if I wasn't cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half 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 when to