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

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

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

[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I to the streets
Did 2 months in the and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, I ride with 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 down be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, me down and book me
as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I I'm scarin ya
A you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike will a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love I'm comin from
Remember me, real-ass 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 allegiance to a racist-ass flag
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 hear em in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back window and a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin for violation
Foes and punk police, devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten 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 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 been a crook, a killer, a thug
A dealer of drugs
And Blood or 'cause, doesn't matter set you was
Cause I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these 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
was gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken balls daily
Is there a in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death, my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause dead now
My memory I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary of niggas like me
These cops can't 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 piece of
And the is

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