Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' killin murders
brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep mind knownin
Spot some at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but back around in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my
Make these police how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me
Eat through scrap, tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
A playa 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 gotta survive, I try to 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 months in the and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a
But I ain't yo gangsta, a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the
Out to the beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and 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 nigga for the I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will have a of them rollers dyin
no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been from
Got us off the cocaine and the welfare
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 spittin drag 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 window and a g hit a fence
I'm 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation
Foes and police, them devils still at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
I the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration
better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
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 called a crook, a killer, a thug
A no-good dealer of
And Blood or 'cause, matter 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
better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was gone when the 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 my head down
Why pour I for my niggas, cause they dead now
My memory since I was a seed
Was a penitentiary of niggas like me
These can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, we on the rise
Plus searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the into a piece of Beirut
And the is

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