Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

Today we're gonna do scary
We're venturing the mind of young black males
Let's a peak...

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' cold murders
Them gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they knownin
Spot some 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 track crew and my
Make these wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', a rap
It's just that feelin, that that I have for children
Are able to us, but these crazy devils try to kill us

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

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

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

[ Mac ]
Now how could I pledge to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44
Got my mother drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin for violation
Foes and punk police, devils still at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
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, it my fate
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 been called a crook, a killer, a
A no-good dealer of
And or 'cause, doesn't matter what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we
As long as make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and it eazay
I'm livin in the
And learnin lesson the game, it's on
Niggas was gone when the was on
I'm gettin breaken them daily
Is there a in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was to death, takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, they dead now
My since I was a little seed
Was a full of niggas like me
These cops terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a of the truth
And the youth the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the is

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