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 that what I 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 I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain In Peace'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm with in the street, tryin' to get us a deal
G Rap tried to get us to to Cold Chill
But Fly Ty didn't have the we wanted
Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us

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

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

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

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

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

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But back to the at hand
ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five
Some cats make it alive

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

What, what, what I do?
What, what, what 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 to say, I like what I see