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, to my crib, to get my 12 gauze
One of my just got shot, huh
around, in that million dollar spot

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

Every two I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still 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 perfect
Who brought me to the land, of man?
To move about and trout, by the dozens

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

I thought about, talked about what I did
Just experimented life as a Gump
Them days gone, school bells done rung no mo'
hours at the house in my favorite chair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and detectors
I take my weapon
And I be no dope dealer

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

Yeah, each and element that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a thought
Through the mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's 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 than the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual

It's amazing, how the streets do the of raising
Of children who end up dead before hearing 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 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, prepare for, the times ahead
When doesn't agree with what is said, huh
And if they did, don't get all 'cause that's my kid
Just be thankful it's 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 don't rap no mo'
And I'll make that no one ever forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and

And when someone to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle starts all again
And I was this 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 still standing,
And pain is for to feel, huh
And MC's out of things to say