Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

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

two weeks I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't a damn
Because I gotta my dough
My kill, down, 'til I started seein' cash flow

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

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

I never thought about, talked what I did
Just experimented life as a Gump
Them days long gone, school bells 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 had to plot again, needin' my stick
Yeah, gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the

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

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

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

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

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood up
What? On the fortress walls, is no letters
Buddha say, the are strictly outnumbered
besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creeps

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

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

Zoned out, off the ink, for
through time 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, plus I can't up
them keys, locked in the fo'-do'
Backseat drivers out-of-body experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else, standing

Yeah, each and every element that exists in
Universe is from a thought first
Through the inner eye of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all worth to you and I

This most loved invention, my is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm and bone with 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 who end up dead before hearing what you said
And it's sad, so all I can about is what I had
of life good and bad with a pen and pad

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

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

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

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

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

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