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 story
One never

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

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 then I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, I'm comin' wit

I can't about the money, although the suckas in the back
They shit an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make changes an' change unless its for the better
'Cause I been a go better, clean hustler

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

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

I hear 'em talkin' and walkin' my back I'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the 'cause 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 that level

But I time 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
say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better call it off

And get muscle and find another 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 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
Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin'

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

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

is Chuck so what the hell, you think I did it for
To open doors from to Arkansas
And lemme let 'em, I met 'em, I told my 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 wasn't your cousin, wed leave 'em in the
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half pint 40

to the rest we had a fall out
I took a drink, never took 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 when to stop