Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

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

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

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

I stand accused to the crews, I my dues
I stand accused, I 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 I'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the back it feels like they got an ax
Yeah, I can dig it wit a shovel, I never dig wit the devil
Instead I'm on other level

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

And get and find another hustle quick
Sick n' of critics but I can take a hit
I'm all man alley the vocal on jams
But they know it they can blow it

And take a of dis joint, I see I'm kissin' it off the cuff
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 critic does is
Draw a fuckin' line a line and dis my rhyme
And then ass is mine, if you find a critic dead
Remember what I said, "Who a critic?"

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

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 my boys forget 'em
An' they did got rid of me, negative

But 94 got stunts and 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 rest we had a out
I never took a drink, never a hit or bribe
Or got spread by what a silly rumor said, never or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop 'cause I when to stop