Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

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

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

I'm talkin' Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for sure was
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 me where G Rap lived
I was happy, just gettin' some
I ain't even know what a record was

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

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

You see, time Ra didn't show
I get to record at attempts to blow
I wonder could tell, how did they know
Sixteen years later, I go

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

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

Russell said I like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C 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 needin' a check,
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, life's a movie
Then, the roster's Hill, Nas, and Fugees

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

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

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

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

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

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