Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin
Them brothers further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, now listen
Lotta locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my
these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and
While the Japs scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, cheese they left on a trap
A young mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to 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 to the streets
Did 2 months in the and I opt to the beat
Now the keep 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 might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off and Grape Kool-Aid
Would to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you runnin from
Got us sprung off the and the welfare
While the black die without health care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a flag
When the rollers at my do' a .44 mag?
Got my mother spittin 'bout I ain't home
Got a double warrant on my dome
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
and punk police, them devils still at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, start 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 like my 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 no-good dealer of
And Blood or 'cause, matter what set you was
where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these attack
And no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they and take it eazay
I'm livin in the
And learnin lesson the game, it's on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls
Is there a in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they now
My memory I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they us
Niggas, we on the rise
Plus everybody's for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of
And the is

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