Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold murders
Them brothers gettin
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll they 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 crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so
Never been a lover, but America had my heart
I was told to tear up out this before tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and
the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack they left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', a rap
It's just feelin, that feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these devils try to kill us

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

(My nigga Ray Luv, 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 that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I 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 might be too late
The is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm ya
A poison you created in the of America
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
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the
While the black babies die 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 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide on my dome
I hear em in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and like a g hit a
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin for violation
Foes and police, them devils still at my do'
I peep a of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in the Mac, lettin off frustration
It's than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my
I got niggas in the pen my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, and Bluebonic, man

[ ]
Now I been a crook, a killer, a thug
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 ki's g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these
Muthafuckas better they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in the
And learnin from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken balls 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 dead now
My memory since I was a little
Was a full of niggas like me
These can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets a piece of Beirut
And the is

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