Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be flippin' the script whatever the 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' loud behind my
What was good for the hood ts they say is wack
I take the stabbin' and grin I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, I'm comin' wit

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

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

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

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

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

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

And a puff of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the cuff
the back, I'm pullin' axes and blades out the arms and the legs
Still my get paid the terror 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 fuckin' line cross a and dis my rhyme
And then they ass is mine, if you find a dead
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

the crew did it, day paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize 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 what the hell, you I did it for
To open doors from Carolina to
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 fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half pint 40

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