Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' killin murders
Them brothers further
Got my for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and got the nines showin
pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back in '96
All the my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother
these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my
I was told to tear up out this before this me apart
Eat scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the stack scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese left on a trap
A young mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that feelin that I for children
Are able to us, but these crazy devils try to kill us

"I survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin that dank to deal 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 that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the
Born hustler, goin for the
Out to take the beast down, piece down be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to me
Silence a nigga for the I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will have a gang of rollers dyin
Ain't no love I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health

[ Mac ]
Now how could I allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' a .44 mag?
Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two
Cut through the window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin for violation
Foes and punk police, them devils at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the in the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day, we die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my
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 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 thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets days
Muthafuckas better they back and take it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm breaken them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my 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 niggas me
cops can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
Plus everybody's for a piece of the truth
And the turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And the is

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