Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

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

I can't complain 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 unless its for the
'Cause I always been a go better, clean

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

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

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

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

And get muscle and find hustle quick
n' tired of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the on jams
But they 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' axes and blades out the arms and the
Still my get paid the terror era is on
a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin' critics

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

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

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

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

to the rest 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 gang
Sold out or rented hip hop 'cause I know when to