Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' killin murders
brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, keep they mind knownin
Spot thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back in '96
All the gals my six (what else?) my track and my mother
Make these wonder: how is he so undercover?
Never a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs scratch with the Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, cheese they left on a trap
A young playa mack, hit the bud', a rap
It's just that feelin, that feelin that I for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy 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 county and I opt to the
Now the cops keep watch, cause they that I rap
the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, for the jugular
Out to take the down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and me
as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
Remember me, real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us off the cocaine and the welfare
the black babies die without health care

[ Mac ]
Now how could I allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44
Got my mother drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
I em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut through the back and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for
Foes and police, them devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get
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, call it my
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 dealer of drugs
And Blood or 'cause, doesn't what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we
As as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets days
Muthafuckas watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in the
And lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was gone when the was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls
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 seed
Was a penitentiary full of like me
These can't terrorize us, they despise us
Niggas, cause we on the
Plus searchin for a piece of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a of Beirut
And the is

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