Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

This for the soldiers,
strong my niggaz
Gangsters,
up my niggaz, real niggaz

Leavin' the cut in a
up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze
One of my boys got shot, huh
Fuckin' around, in that million dollar

A educated didn't have no money for college he was taught
The street knowledge, of the plan
To us fightin' in the street
of becomin' a strong black man

Every two I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no but I still don't give a damn
I gotta make my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I seein' cash flow

Everything for a reason, choose the season
To commit the treason
Who me to the land, of unfree man?
To move and catch trout, by the dozens

had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat, to
Nigga this real, how can you another
When it's your brother? standing

I never thought about, about what I did
Just life as a young Gump
Them long gone, school bells done rung no mo'
hours at the house in my favorite chair

Slow mo', funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries,
If I ever had to plot again, needin' my
Yeah, to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?

Nothin' to prove, fold a plot like chrome
Salt lick teddy bears in the college room
Speed, Gipp got too
Watch dude, inspect that fool, still standing

Unscathed, cause this is
This for to feel
MC's, are out of things to say
Radio are running out of songs to play

standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain
This for soldiers to
MC's, are out of things to say
Radio stations are out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South
Avenue, block 600
Workers wash and car details
The ese's got the fresh for sale

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood up
On the fortress walls, there is no letters
Buddha say, the Bloods are outnumbered
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the

Y'all can have the streets, asphalt caught many
Slippin' on wet floors, we out the signs
On krokers, C I T Y, such a
Bein' suckled dry, a newborn

On his titty before I retired I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big room on the porch
Poundin', like Ennis, old school efforts
Through the Sunday down, sparkin'

out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and metal
I can't take my
And I be no dope dealer

'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't up
With keys, locked in the fo'-do'
Backseat drivers havin' experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else, still

Yeah, each and every element that exists in
Universe is manifested a thought first
Through the inner mind's eye of the power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's to you and I

This most invention, my consciousness is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and with a mind of my own
To dig deeper the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have purpose

amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising
Of children who end up dead before what you said
And it's sad, so all I can write is what I had
Interpretations of life and bad with a pen and pad

It like abortion, when I just write a small portion
It's either crumpled up or torn without the thought be born
Young minded, and in those days, I didn't want to
Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and for

Be for, help prepare for, the times ahead
someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh
And if they did, don't get all 'cause that's my kid
Just be thankful that it's good and somebody

Now, the listener in want the same flow but I gotta let it grow
enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And I'll make sure that no one forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and

And someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle all over again
And I was granted this music as my soul mate, to
And give back what I was given, a life worth

And I, am standing, unscathed
Pain is for to feel
are running out of things to say, and
radio running out of songs to play, shit!

We still standing,
And pain is for to feel, huh
And MC's running out of to say