Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

A educated brother have no money for college he was taught
The knowledge, part of the plan
To us fightin' in the street
Instead of a strong black man

two weeks I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still give a damn
Because I make my dough
My kill, down, 'til I started seein' cash flow

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

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

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

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

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

Unscathed, this is pain
for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seems like abortion, when I just a small portion
It's either crumpled up or torn lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days, I want to
Have a thought I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

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

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 I'll make sure no one ever forgets
It's forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

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

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