Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

I was young, I was the times
for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm
Wantin' bracelets, had a rope on my neck
I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace'

Even 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 time on the block
'Cause this 40 where they say shorty rhyme
Tragedy he used to through all the time

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

Met Paul, he wore some big
Him and Melquan took me G Rap lived
I was happy, gettin' some answers
I ain't know what a record advance was

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

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

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

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

I'm with in the street, tryin' 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 just signed Das, he want us

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

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

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

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

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

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But to the matter at hand
'Cause ten years ago we all to be twenty-five
cats didn't make it alive

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

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

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