Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

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

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

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

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

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

Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

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

Thug never die
Dear 'Pac, thug sheds 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
It's goin' on the third year, you've been gone

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

How long I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was your to go?
You predicted it in 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 supposed to clash at the top

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

the son of God, when Lucifer lied
And make the think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be another MC as
Will you return to us like the resurrection of

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

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

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

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

I I made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where pay me checks
To my clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the but now look at this crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally it's good
took it to billions, I knew we would

A lot of ups and downs in the game, lose or gain
A couple tryin' to maintain, one day you here
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 no cares and stay in jail

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

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

Always survive, but

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

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