Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my wherever you are
Whattup You know shit is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, a place for me kid
nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit
We used to R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest
For every hit you made, more afraid to come out

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

Peace to your daughter and newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your
But, now competition is none, now that gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in
And they claim to be New York's king? It about that
more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

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

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

somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the East and West Coast the same shit is on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your
I can relate, and court dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how I hold up?

How would I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was time to go?
You predicted it in line, all in your flow
There could be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my name on the shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best to clash at the top

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

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

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

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

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

I thought I made it but we only took steps
Up the ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
was the 80's but now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's and it's lookin' good
Hip-hop it to billions, I knew we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or
A couple pounds to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around check 'em out
Some is it, most individuals plots
And run the spots, some choose to to theyselves
While others have no cares and in jail

More than fifty of us
Endin' up with through the chest
Through the head, the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old
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 trap
it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack
To my deceased Gods I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all taught me

survive, but why?

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

Still, we, survive
No matter
Still, we, will
No matter
Still, we, survive
No matter
My niggaz stay alive