Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

A brother didn't have 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 respect but I still don't give a
I gotta make my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' flow

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

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

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

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

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

Unscathed, cause this is
This for to feel
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 stations are running out of to play

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

Twenty G's or better, the whole tanked 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 have the streets, asphalt caught suckers
on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs
On krokers, C I T Y, such a
suckled dry, like a newborn

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 down, Crenshaw sparkin'

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

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

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

most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension
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 have individual

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
of life good and bad with a pen and pad

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

Now, the listener in here want the same 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 ever
immortalized forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

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

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

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