Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

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

Every two I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a
Because I make my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' 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 cousin down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat, to
this real, how can you kill another
When your brother? Still standing

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

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

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

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

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

On the sick side, of South
33rd Avenue, 600
Workers have wash and car
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
besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creeps

Y'all can the streets, asphalt caught many suckers
Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the
On krokers, C I T Y, a pity
Bein' suckled dry, like a

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

out, off the ink, for life
Goin through 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, I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the
Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body
up, somewhere else, still standing

Yeah, each and every that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a thought
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

This 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 what you said
And it's sad, so all I can write is what I had
Interpretations of life 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 didn't to
a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

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

Now, the listener in here 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 ever
It's forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

And when goes to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle starts all again
And I was granted 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
are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of to play, shit!

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