Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

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

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

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word
He had a named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my crush, I bought my first mic
I my first verse, I was about nine
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

Met Paul, he some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap
I was happy, just some answers
I ain't even know what a record was

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

jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, In Full posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes dookie
Eric B man like 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
Sixteen 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, to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold
But Fly Ty have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent signed Das, he didn't want us

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

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

Could you Russell needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he plotted a plan for
is ill, again life's a movie
Then, the Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees

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

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

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the at hand
'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be
Some didn't make it alive

Dated some but respect their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the seat
Held myself down, steerin' the wheel
I am, completed my whole record deal

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

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