Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be flippin' the script whatever the name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Webber
So many phony faces
Traces of slander got 'em comin' outta places

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

I complain about the money, although the suckas in the back
They talkin' shit an' laughin' like it's funny
I aim to make changes an' never change its for the better
I always been a go better, clean hustler

Rhyme instead of ya
Born when ya thinkin' I'm
The era is on

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

I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' behind my back I'm
Fuck the in the back 'cause it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I never dig wit the devil
I'm on that other level

But I took to reach down to help the black and brown
I stood around, I hear 'em talkin' behind my mind
In a ocean of sharks and a back a hack marks
They say I'm off, yeah, they better call it off

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

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

Can get the did it, all a fuckin' does is
Draw a fuckin' cross 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 a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize they're fuckin' wit a fighter
Who raises and dragged the Klan in body bags
I 'em up in Mississippi and bum fuck

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

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I the crowd fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin, wed leave 'em in the
Of sellin' out and out, half 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 what a silly rumor said, never sang or banged
Sold out or rented hip hop I know when to stop