Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

Today gonna do something scary
We're into the mind of young black males
Let's 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 blacks locked down, but comin back in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my
Make police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my
I was told to up out this before this tear me apart
Eat scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack they 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 love us, but these crazy try to kill us

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

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

[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I to the streets
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 with a
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the
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 love to catch a playa slippin, take me and book me
as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of
Miseducated, incarcerated,
3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin
Got us off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black die without health care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass
When the at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my mother drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I hear em pushin in the do', I my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks sent for violation
Foes and punk police, devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get
I threw the in the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die
So if I go out blastin, call it my
I got niggas in the pen like my 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 of drugs
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 ain't no rules on the streets these
Muthafuckas better watch they back and it eazay
I'm livin in the
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was gone when the was on
I'm gettin breaken balls daily
Is a ghetto 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 memory I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of like me
These cops terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of
And the is

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