Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm peeking out to rumble
So now I'm out
Against those flip the way the story goes
One knows

Who be the script whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Chris
So many phony smilin'
Traces of got 'em comin' outta funny places

I had it an' hear 'em talkin' behind my back
What was good for the hood ts what they say is
I take the stabbin' and then I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile I leave 'em, what I'm comin' wit

I can't complain about the money, the suckas in the back
They talkin' shit an' laughin' like it's somethin'
I aim to make an' never change unless its for the better
'Cause I always a go better, clean hustler

instead of muscle ya
Born ya thinkin' I'm gone
The era is on

I stand accused to the crews, I my dues
I accused, I refuse to stand and lose
I stand accused to the news I kick the
I accused, I refuse

I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my I'm attacked
Fuck the in the back 'cause it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I dig dirt wit the devil
Instead I'm on other level

But I took to reach down to help the black and brown
I never stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my
In a ocean of sharks and a back full a hack
They say I'm off, yeah, they better call it off

And get muscle and find hustle quick
Sick n' of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the on jams
But they don't know it they can it

And take a puff of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the
Behind the back, I'm pullin' axes and blades out the arms and the
Still my fellas get the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, a critic, all the fuckin' critics

Can get the did it, all a critic does is
Draw a fuckin' line a line and dis my rhyme
And then they ass is mine, if you find a dead
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

Guess the crew did it, day paybacks a crazy ass
Sent to the writers who criticize they're fuckin' wit a freedom
Who raises and dragged the Klan in body bags
I hung 'em up in and bum fuck

is Chuck so what the hell, you think I did it for
To open doors Carolina to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I told my forget 'em
An' they did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got and blunts in the mix
I the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, pint 40 ounce

Announce to the we had a fall out
I never took a drink, never a hit or bribe
Or got spread by a silly rumor said, never sang or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop 'cause I when to stop