Luyện nghe bài hát Got 2 Survive

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

[ Lay ]
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout,
Got me twisted, mo' killin murders
Them brothers further
Got my pencil for utensil, keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and 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 police 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 through scrap, tracks, free milk and cheese
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 that feelin, feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to us

"I survive, I try to stay 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 to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the
Now the cops keep watch, they know that I rap
Tell the world I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the
Out to take the down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and me
Guilty as charged, hit the and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm ya
A poison you created in the veins of
Miseducated, incarcerated,
That 3rd strike have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the
While the black babies die without health

[ Mac ]
Now how I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44
Got my spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double warrant on my dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two
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
It's than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, it my fate
I got niggas in the pen like my Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, and Bluebonic, man

[ ]
Now I called a crook, a killer, a thug
A no-good dealer of
And Blood or 'cause, matter what set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we
As long as ki's g's these thieves attack
And no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch back and take it eazay
I'm in the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, on
Niggas was gone the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls
Is a ghetto in heaven 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 since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary full of niggas me
cops 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 a piece of Beirut
And the is

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