Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

This for the soldiers,
Stay my niggaz
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 that million dollar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the sick side, of Central
33rd Avenue, 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 are strictly outnumbered
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the

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

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

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

'Cause be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the
drivers havin' out-of-body experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else, still

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

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

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

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

Be there for, prepare for, the times ahead
someone doesn't agree 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 same flow but I gotta let it
Clever enough to let it go, if I don't rap no mo'
And make sure that no one ever forgets
It's forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

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

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

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