Luyện nghe bài hát Still Standing

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

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

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

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

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

had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A seat, to Milledgeville
this real, how can you kill another
When it's your Still standing

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

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

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

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

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

On the side, of South 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 fortress walls, there is no
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
They besieged, on the beats, MoB, run the creeps

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

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

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

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

Yeah, each and every element that 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 invention, my consciousness is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and with a mind of my own
To dig deeper the surface, whether I learn
From upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose

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

Be there for, help for, the times ahead
When someone agree with what 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 want the same flow but I let it grow
Clever to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And I'll make that no one ever forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax and cassettes

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

And I, am standing, unscathed
Pain is for to feel
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 MC's out of things to say