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 spot

A educated brother didn't have no for college he was taught
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 no respect but I still don't give a damn
Because I gotta my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started cash flow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty G's or better, the whole tanked up
What? On the walls, there is no letters
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, a newborn

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

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

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

Yeah, and every element that exists in this
is manifested 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 than the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your we all have individual purpose

It's amazing, how the streets do the 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
Interpretations of 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 be born
minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't want to
Have a thought I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

Be there for, help prepare for, the 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 it's and somebody overstood

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it
Clever to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And make sure 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 over
And I was granted this as my soul mate, to procreate
And give back what I was given, a life worth

And I, am still standing,
Pain is for to feel
are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of to play, shit!

We still standing,
And is for suckers to feel, huh
And MC's out of things to say