Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

To my dogs you are
Whattup Big? You know is rough after you slid
You in hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin' still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who sickest
For hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I came through to smoke
You to my hood, we was broke
I wonder if we that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block fiends numb from coke, I guess so
now with paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you livin' life, though your loved ones

Peace to your and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' to see your response
But, now competition is none, now you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' name in vain
And they to be New York's king? It ain't about that
more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the official
Ain't too many real out there, I feel some
But doubt capable to take it where you took it to
I your wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from
me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my to let people by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was God to us in the form of Allah

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

Still, we survive
No matter what, my people just alive
Still, we will
No matter what, my just stay alive

Thug life die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil'
You was more just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand style nigga
It's goin' on the year, since you've been gone

On the East and West the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', me often
They believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and dates
All eyez on you, in your face invadin' your space
You if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, I fold up?
How did you know your rhymes it was your time to go?
You it in every line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to
Can't believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever
We had words 'cause the best supposed to at the top

But kept it brotherly we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was both deep, you left I got no sleep
Think about how us niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or you crucified

Like the son of God, when lied
And make the think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and link
there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we survive.. but why?

Still, we, will
No what, my people just stay alive
Still, we, survive
No matter what, my people stay alive

I what the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the business?
If so, should I put out the indo now and write down
A plan and pursue my dream turn my around

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in
It be the ones you always knew, that it on
everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to in the path of legit money

I thought I made it but we only took steps
Up the success ladder, where pay me checks
To my clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this mess
We in the and finally it's lookin' good
Hip-hop took it to billions, I we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, lose or gain
A couple pounds tryin' to maintain, one day you
The next you not, when you niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, individuals plots
And run the spots, some to stay to theyselves
While others have no cares and stay in

More fifty percent of us
Endin' up with through the chest
the head, through the gut it shows
The for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop and hood tournaments

Thug coaches subs sittin' on the bench, either that or rap
We want the fast way outta this
Whether it be 9 to 5 or crack
To my deceased Gods wishin' I could you back
But life is a dream and y'all me that

Always survive, but

survive, always
Still, we, survive
No matter what, my just stay alive
Still, we, will
No matter what, my people just alive

Still, we, survive
No what
Still, we, survive
No what
Still, we, survive
No matter
My niggaz just stay