Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Stand

Nobody ever said life was gon' be
But

Just a kid, moms when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, what's up with
It's hell you're an orphan at a early age
This stage, no love breeds rage

In the of a child who never knew his roots
up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin' on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
diamonds and gold
Rubberbands around the

Fly to make your head spin
they partied all night long
I was like, "Put me on"
But they said, "Little fellow, run and go
Take your to school or else you'll have to be like us one day"

I understand, but I tried to get a job
While all the players got the 'cause they'd hustle and rob
I was like makin' 'bout a week
And after taxes, you what that is lunch meat

And I I can be better than this
I get me a car, man
I gotta get a
I I can do it out there, man
I'm go for it, man
I gotta get money

Streets of anger, and crime
I had it hard, had to in my car sometime
But I never let another see me down
I kept my up, my gear clean
when checkin' minor green

Brothers knew my game was
So I hooked up with the crew
That knew what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with

Pimpin' hoes on the
Checkin' non stop
Crack spots, with interior bars
No lie, I to own 'bout 15 cars

Every Fila made
Drape my in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace
It was on, crazy out of
We made up the word 'ballin'', was how we rolled
But the FBI had a whole 'nother
It's multiple indictments for hundreds of years

Daff is
got 25 years?
Nah
Spike 35 to
Nah, don't me B.O.'s dead, man
I wanna hear that, man
I was just him

The is vicious, no retirement, you die young
Listen to a fake, he might tell you to a gun
I get calls from condemned row
Brothers I ran with, I really know

They me, "Ice you got much love in the pen
You're the one got away, don't wanna see you in"
They tell me, "Tell the little homies the
Don't let 'em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and

I marched two strong in D.C.
Lookin' eye to eye with that I used to think below me
Damn, my mind was in my hustlin' days
But God me, I got a baby son to raise

And bein' black ain't easy, prejudice is
But health and is all we need for us to build
We come together, unseparated
Check yourself I did, blackman, because we're all related