Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

To my wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough 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 hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out

Machine Gun Funk Queens I came through to smoke 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 numb from coke, I so
'Cause now with paper, shit is still
But fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your 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 you're
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in
And they claim to be New king? It ain't about that
It's 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 wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see somebody so in that way
I stayed so long with so much to say

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

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

Thug life die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a drop and use teeth
To bite off beer and pour out a lil' liquor
You was than just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand your style
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 coffin
I can relate, and court dates
All eyez on you, in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I trade in your place, how would I hold up?

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

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

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

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 stay

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

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties scream
need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, that 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 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 lookin'
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

More than percent of us
up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it
The future for us shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dope
left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments

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

Always survive, but

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

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