Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

But the whole tragic point, my friends
What, would I do if I could suddenly feel
And to know once again that what I feel is
I could cry, I could smile, I might lay for awhile
Tell me what, would I do if I could feel you?

I was young, I was survivin' the
Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to
Little Ray had an NSX, I was I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, never had a on my neck
I was holdin' Taiyeh chain 'Rest In Peace'

Even though night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came back and we on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
your arm and your watch to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty
Tragedy he to come through all the time

I'm Juice Crew, not what the word define
He had a sister named Erin, for was fine
That was my first crush, I bought my mic
I wrote my first verse, I was nine
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

Met Paul, he wore big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap
I was happy, just gettin' answers
I ain't even know what a record was

I'm seein' sex in the studio bathroom
With rap dudes, wow, she moved me
Same girl then, now's a groupie
Back then she was like the in the movie

Large jewelry and expensive
Next stop, Paid In posse recruits me
Knew they were some millionaires, ropes were dookie
B man lookin' like touch it he shoot me

You see, time Ra didn't show
I get to record demos at to blow
I wonder could they tell, how did know
years later, here I go

What, what, would I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?

I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a
G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold
But Fly Ty have the contract we wanted
Clark Kent signed Das, he didn't want us

Russell I sounded like G, the nigga fronted
Reef and Matty C me a little money
Shit, a little funny, a little laughter
of hip-hop comin' through a white rapper

My boy MC nevertheless
me to Columbia, back then CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the man
Now buggin' 'cause the label had just Def Jam

Could you Russell needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, life's a movie
Then, the Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees

I sold records, no promotion
The rap like, what's all this commotion?
plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did know then

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?

Invincible, lyrical, man, huh
But to the matter at hand
'Cause ten years ago we all to be twenty-five
cats didn't make it alive

Dated stars but respect their privacy
mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat
Held down, just steerin' the wheel
Here I am, completed my whole deal

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, what I do?
What, what, what I do?

What I do if I could reach inside of me?
And to know how it feels to say, I what I see