Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

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

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

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

I stand accused to the crews, I my dues
I accused, I refuse to stand and lose
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 dig dirt wit the devil
I'm on that other level

But I time to reach down to help the black and brown
I never around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a of sharks and a back full a hack marks
They say I'm 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 oopin' the on jams
But they don't know it can blow it

And take a puff of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the
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 critics

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

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

This is Chuck so the hell, you think I did it for
To open doors from to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I my boys forget 'em
An' what did got rid of me, negative

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 out and bellin' out, half pint 40 ounce

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