Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standin Strong

Yeah,
up in here smoked out
Strictly trees, trees
Ain't to mix nothin' wit my leaves

Swift ball breakin' day wit us
For my in a cut
Doing what you gotta do to ya seeds
Maintain stayin'

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

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

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

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

One little niggie on the block crystal
little niggie got shot up on Bristol
'Nother little lock, 'cause they blew the whistle
Last little niggie did the same shit his little sister

little niggie be hard to find
Mind makin' it in this day and time
Do what we have to criminal or
alive strivin' wit my people

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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