Luyện nghe bài hát I Stand Accused

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

Who be flippin' the script whatever the name
My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Chris
So many phony faces
of slander got 'em comin' outta funny 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 grin I'm hit
'Cause I know the suckas smile when I leave 'em, what I'm 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 change unless its for the
'Cause I always a go better, clean hustler

instead of muscle ya
Born when ya I'm gone
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 and walkin' behind my back I'm attacked
Fuck the in the back 'cause it feels like 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 hear 'em talkin' behind my
In a ocean of sharks and a back a hack marks
They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, better call it off

And get muscle and another hustle quick
Sick n' tired of critics but I can a hit
I'm all man alley oopin' the on jams
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' axes and blades out the and the legs
Still my get paid the terror era is on
Fuck a critic, fuck, a critic, all the fuckin' 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 dead
Remember what I said, "Who 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 Mississippi and bum

This is Chuck so 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 fallin' Vic to old ghetto tricks
But if I wasn't your cousin, wed 'em in the dozens
Of sellin' out and bellin' out, half 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 sang or gang
Sold out or hip hop 'cause I know when to stop