Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' cold murders
Them brothers gettin
Got my pencil for utensil, keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines
pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks down, but comin back around in '96
All the my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother
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 through scrap, black tracks, free and cheese
While the Japs stack with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack they left on a trap
A playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, feelin that I have for children
Are to love us, but these 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 months in the county and I opt to the
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know I rap
the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece might be too late
The funk is on, high, off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm ya
A poison you created in the veins of
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
Remember me, that nigga you been runnin 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 'bout I home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with 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, devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off
better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, it my fate
I got in the pen like my cousin 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 of drugs
And Blood or 'cause, doesn't what set you was
Cause I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves
And ain't no rules on the streets these
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it
I'm livin in the
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was gone when the was on
I'm breaken them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my with my head down
Why I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now
My memory since I was a seed
Was a penitentiary full of like me
These cops terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
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"