Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

I see I'm out ready to rumble
So now I'm out
Against those flip the way the story goes
One never

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

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

I complain about the money, although the suckas in the back
They talkin' an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make an' never change unless its for the better
'Cause I always 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 stand accused, I refuse to stand and
I stand accused to the news I kick the
I stand accused, I

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

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

And get muscle and find another hustle
Sick n' tired of but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the vocal on
But they don't 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
my fellas get paid the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the critics

Can get the did it, all a fuckin' critic is
Draw a fuckin' line cross a and dis my rhyme
And then they ass is mine, if you find a critic
Remember I said, "Who killed 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 from Carolina to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I my boys forget 'em
An' what did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got stunts and in the mix
I hear the crowd fallin' Vic to old tricks
But if I your cousin, wed leave 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half 40 ounce

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