Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standin Strong

Yeah,
Back up in smoked out
Strictly trees, strictly
Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my

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

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

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

And it's all big up to all the neighborhood
That came to see Tek and whenever they could
But remember the struggle continues the vengeance
Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get

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

One little niggie on the sellin' crystal
Next little niggie got up on Bristol
'Nother little niggie lock, 'cause they the whistle
Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his sister

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

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

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

I give thanks when I rise up, 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 youth with them gun pound clocked
Who wish to ambush me when I the weed spot
Want to get, what I got, roll the lah I cop
Rock the shines that I rock, make my life stop

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

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

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

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

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