Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

A educated brother didn't have no for college he was taught
The knowledge, part 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 respect but I still give a damn
Because I gotta my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' flow

Everything happens for a reason, choose the
To the perfect treason
Who me to the land, of unfree man?
To move about and trout, by the dozens

Even had my cousin locked down, at the shackled
A seat, to Milledgeville
Nigga this real, how can you another
When it's brother? Still standing

I never about, talked about what I did
experimented life as a young Gump
Them days long gone, bells done rung no mo'
Spendin' hours at the house in my chair

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

else to prove, fold a plot like chrome
Salt teddy bears in the college student's room
Speed, got that too
that dude, inspect that fool, still standing

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

Still standing, unscathed, of pain
for soldiers to feel
MC's, are out of things to say
Radio are running out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South
33rd Avenue, 600
Workers have wash and car
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for

Twenty G's or better, the neighborhood tanked up
What? On the fortress walls, there is no
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
They besieged, on the beats, MoB, run the creeps

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

On his momma's before I retired I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big pesquite on the porch
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school
the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'

Zoned out, off the ink, for
Goin through and metal detectors
I take my weapon
And I can't be no dealer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 and cassettes

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

And I, am still standing,
Pain is for suckers to
are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of to play, shit!

We standing, unscathed
And is for suckers to feel, huh
And running out of things to say