Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

Leavin' the cut in a
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12
One of my just got shot, huh
Fuckin' around, in million dollar 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 becomin' a black man

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

Everything for a reason, choose the season
To commit the treason
Who me to the land, of unfree man?
To about 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 it's brother? Still standing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and 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 element exists in this
Universe is manifested from a first
the inner mind's 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 flesh and bone with a of my own
To dig than the surface, whether I learn
From your or your downfalls we all have individual purpose

It's amazing, how the do the majority of raising
Of children who end up dead before 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 abortion, when I just write a small portion
It's either up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days, I want to
a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

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

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it
enough 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 and cassettes

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

And I, am still standing,
Pain is for suckers to
MC's are 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