Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

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

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

(My Ray Luv, when'd 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 they that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the
Out to take the down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to me
a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will a gang of them rollers 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 babies die without care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't
Got a double homicide on my dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac 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, them still at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off
It's better than incarceration any day, we die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my
I got in the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, and Bluebonic, man

[ ]
Now I called a crook, a killer, a thug
A dealer of drugs
And Blood or 'cause, doesn't what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we
As long as ki's make g's thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken balls daily
Is a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down
Why I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now
My memory I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of niggas me
These cops can't terrorize us, despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of
And the is

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