Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be the script whatever the traitors name
My aim is 'em like, I'm Chris Webber
So many phony 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
I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm comin' wit

I can't about the money, although the suckas in the back
talkin' shit an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny
I aim to make changes an' never change its for the better
'Cause I always been a go better, 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 to stand and lose
I stand accused to the I kick the blues
I accused, I refuse

I hear 'em talkin' and behind 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
I'm on that other level

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

And get and find another hustle quick
Sick n' tired of critics but I can a hit
I'm all man alley the vocal on jams
But they don't know it they can 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
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' does is
Draw a line cross a line and dis my rhyme
And then ass is mine, if you find a critic dead
Remember I said, "Who killed 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 the Klan in body bags
I hung 'em up in Mississippi and bum

This is Chuck so 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' they did got rid of me, negative

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

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