Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold murders
Them brothers gettin
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind
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 comin around in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my crew and my mother
these police wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had my heart
I was to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they on a trap
A playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these devils try to kill us

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

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

[ Ray Luv ]
2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the
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 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 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 sprung off the cocaine and the
the black babies die without health care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass
the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I home
Got a homicide warrant on my dome
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 'bout my gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, them still at my do'
I peep a of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, start off frustration
better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, it my fate
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 or 'cause, doesn't matter what set you was
Cause I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they and take it eazay
I'm livin in the
And lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them daily
Is there a 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, cause dead now
My memory since I was a seed
Was a penitentiary full of like me
cops can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, we on the rise
Plus searchin 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"