Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, Goodie MoB, run the

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

On his momma's titty before I I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big room on the porch
Poundin', cartoon Ennis, old school efforts
Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw

Zoned out, off the ink, for
through time and metal detectors
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' out-of-body
up, somewhere else, still standing

Yeah, each and every that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a first
the inner 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 with a of my own
To dig deeper the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or downfalls we all have individual purpose

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

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

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

Now, the listener in here want the flow but I gotta let it grow
Clever enough to let it go, if I 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 cycle starts all over again
And I was granted music as my soul mate, to procreate
And back what I was given, a life worth livin'

And I, am still standing,
Pain is for suckers to
MC's are running out of to say, and
radio running out of songs to play, shit!

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