Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

Today we're gonna do something
We're venturing into the mind of black males
take a peak...

[ Lay ]
Cuddies by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' killin murders
brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, keep they mind knownin
some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my crew and my mother
Make these wonder: how is he so undercover?
been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese left on a trap
A young mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children
Are able to us, but these crazy devils try to kill us

"I survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin that dank to deal the pain"

(My nigga Ray Luv, you get up out the pen, man?)

[ Ray Luv ]
2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the
Now the cops watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too
The is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the and try to cook me
Silence a for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them dyin
Ain't no love I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the
While the black die without health care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44
Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I home
Got a double warrant on my dome
I hear em in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin my folks gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get
I threw the clips in the Mac, lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my
I got niggas in the pen my cousin Bud
Insane, and my partner T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, and Bluebonic, man

[ ]
Now I called a crook, a killer, a thug
A no-good dealer of
And or 'cause, doesn't matter what set you was
where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch back and take it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm breaken them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause dead now
My memory since I was a little
Was a penitentiary of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they us
Niggas, cause we on the
Plus searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets a piece of Beirut
And the is

"I gotta survive, I try to alive, ho"
"Smokin that dank to with the pain"