Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

But the whole tragic point, my friends
What, what I do if I could suddenly feel
And to know once again what I feel is real?
I could cry, I could smile, I lay back for awhile
Tell me what, what would I do if I could feel

I was young, I was survivin' the
for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm
bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain In Peace'

though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners, on to
Move your arm and your watch to another on the block
'Cause this 40 Side they say shorty rhyme
Tragedy he used to come all the time

I'm talkin' Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for was fine
was my first crush, I bought my first mic
I my first verse, I was about nine
I was about mine, fantasize

Met Paul, he wore big glasses
Him and Melquan me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just gettin' answers
I ain't even what a record advance was

I'm hoes sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, wow, she moved me
girl then, right now's a groupie
Back then she was the star in the movie

jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, Paid In Full recruits me
Knew were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man lookin' touch it he shoot me

You see, every time Ra show
I get to demos at attempts to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did know
years later, here I go

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?

I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold
But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we
Clark just signed Das, he didn't want us

said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a little
Shit, a little funny, feel a laughter
Rebel of hip-hop through a white rapper

My boy MC Serch
Took me to Columbia, then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the man
Now buggin' 'cause the label had just Def Jam

Could you picture Russell needin' a check,
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, again life's a
Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and

Before I sold records, no
The rap world like, all this commotion?
Went plat', mad bottles I'm
20/20 hindsight, but how did know then

What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the matter at
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be
Some cats make it alive

Dated stars but respect their privacy
mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat
Held myself down, just steerin' the
Here I am, my whole record deal

What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?

What would I do if I could inside of me?
And to know how it feels to say, I what I see