Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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 dollar

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

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

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

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

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

Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to a hucklebuck
stuck 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?

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

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

Still standing, unscathed, 'cause of
This for to feel
MC's, are running out of to say
Radio are running out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South
33rd Avenue, 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 walls, there is no letters
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the

can have the streets, asphalt 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
to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old efforts
the Sunday 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 they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I keep up
With them keys, locked in the
Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body
Wakin up, somewhere else, standing

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

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

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

It seems like abortion, I just write a small portion
either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't to
Have a thought that I raise, nurture, and care for

Be for, help prepare 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
Just be thankful that it's good and somebody

Now, the listener in want 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 that no one forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax and cassettes

And when someone goes to the 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 I was given, a life worth livin'

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

We still standing,
And is for suckers to feel, huh
And running out of things to say