Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

Machine Gun Funk from I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends 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 daughter and newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see response
But, now competition is none, now that gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It about that
It's more serious, I to toast it up with you

Joke you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I feel
But doubt they're capable to take it where you it to
I missed your wake not I'm fake
'Cause I to see somebody so great in that way
I stayed so long with so much to say

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

somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the East and Coast the same shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', me often
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' your
You asked if I trade in your place, how would I hold up?

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

But kept it brotherly when we seen each and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, watched
We was both deep, after you left I got no
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 should be
But life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the of Christ?

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

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

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

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, 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' everybody it was him you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles it was twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit

I thought I made it but we took baby steps
Up the success ladder, they pay me checks
To my when 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
Hip-hop took it to billions, I we would

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

More than percent of us
Endin' up holes through the chest
Through the head, the gut it shows
The future for us shooters and old killers
Who rich as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop and hood tournaments

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

Always survive, but

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

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