Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

But that's the tragic point, my friends
What, would I do if I could suddenly feel
And to know once again that I feel is real?
I cry, I could smile, I might 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
bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In

Even though that 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 shorty
Tragedy he used to come through all the

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

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

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

Large 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 record at attempts to blow
I could they 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, would 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 signed Das, he want us

Russell said I sounded G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C offered me a money
Shit, a little funny, feel a little
Rebel of comin' 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 had just dropped Def Jam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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