Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin
Them brothers gettin
Got my for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
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 crew and my mother
Make these police how is he so undercover?
been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free and cheese
While the stack 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 us, but these crazy devils try to kill us

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

(My Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)

[ Ray Luv ]
2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the
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 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, off Thunderbird 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 nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm ya
A poison you in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love I'm goin, no love where 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 flag
the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my mother spittin 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide on my dome
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 thinkin 'bout my folks sent for violation
Foes and punk police, devils still at my do'
I a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, lettin off frustration
It's better 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
Lunatic Insane, and my partner
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, and Bluebonic, man

[ ]
Now I been called a crook, a killer, a
A no-good dealer of
And Blood or 'cause, matter what set you was
Cause I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the these days
Muthafuckas watch they back and take it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And learnin from the game, it's on
Niggas was when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them daily
Is there a ghetto in or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they now
My memory I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of niggas me
These can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the
And the youth turn the streets into a of Beirut
And the is

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