Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

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

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

to your daughter and your 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' name in vain
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, happy we on top, the official
Ain't too many ones out there, I feel some
But doubt they're capable to take it you took it to
I missed your wake not 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 from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let by
You can't kill nothin' that's to die
You was like God to us in the of Allah

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 stay alive

Thug never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and pour out a liquor
You was more than just the wildest
2Pacalypse, I understand style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since you've been

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

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

But kept it brotherly when we each other and stopped
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 wild homicide or were you

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

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

I wonder what the went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, 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, I put out the indo right now and write down
A and pursue my dream turn my life around

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

I I made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, they pay me checks
To my when 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 took it to billions, I knew we

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

than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes the chest
Through the head, through the gut it
The future for us young shooters and old
Who become rich as dealers?
left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

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

survive, but why?

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

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