Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standin Strong

Yeah,
up in here smoked out
Strictly trees, trees
tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves

Swift wanna breakin' day wit us
For my in a cut
Doing what you gotta do to feed ya
Maintain strong

Day breaks sneaks upon my camp more
Get up, get and prepare for war
Yo the war's wit outside your door
It's a rude awakening but it's more in

When I through Brooklyn, people show me love
Went over to GA, people me love
Went to North Carolina, showed us love
Even went to California and got from thugz

And all good big up to all the neighborhood
That came to see Tek and Steele they could
But remember the continues after the vengeance
Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get

There's a war goin' on outside and in my
Gettin' drunk and how what does gettin' bent do?
week my man put a pistol to his temple
I said nah son not that, too simple

One little niggie on the block sellin'
Next little niggie got shot up on
little niggie lock, 'cause they blew the whistle
Last little niggie did the bitch shit his little sister

This little niggie be hard to
don't makin' it in this day and time
Do what we have to criminal or
Stayin' strivin' wit my people

In days of our lives they try to make meat
To search for got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not stressin' beef
I'm just to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to
to live to see my unborn get tall
'Cause the of New York ain't just a walk in the park
You can get life got in day the or the dark

I thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up
Callisthenic get me right so be nice up
'Cause when you feel fit ya nice
Beware of the and the fool paradise

Like the wicked minded with them gun pound clocked
Who wish to me when I leave the weed spot
to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop
Rock the shines that I rock, my life clock stop

But death me fear not, 'cause the high guides I
Bless me wit protection as the pass by
Conqueror, mighty
Let no man from the pocket peel for ya

As I meditate and demonstrate, earthquakes
Breakin' down like a junky with a case of
To my dogs flippin' weight and behind
Livin' street life, put the stash on

For ya need, do whatever the
Watch shiesty ass and the next man grieves
Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills it's all
Gotta 'cause the sun don't chill

In days of our lives we strive to make meet
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the
Yo I'm not sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to strong, tryin' not to fall
I'm just tryin' to live to see my get tall
'Cause the streets of New York ain't no walk in the
You can get life got in the day or the dark