Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

Peace to your and your newborn son
It used to be fun, records to see your response
But, now is none, now that you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' name in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It 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 real 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
I hate 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 Brooklyn fightin'
me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was God to us in the form of Allah

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the East and Coast the same shit is goin' on
The be talkin', offendin' me often
They don't you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court
All on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how I hold up?

How long would I ride, before I up?
How did you know through your rhymes it was your to go?
You it in every line, all in your flow
There could be peace, I have to quote
believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words the best supposed to clash at the top

But kept it brotherly when we seen each other and
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was deep, after you left I got no sleep
Think about how us real niggaz 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, Lucifer lied
And make the world think, young blacks should be
But life'll never die, we stay high and just link
Will there ever be MC as nice?
Will you return to us like the of Christ?

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

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

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

'Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, that scream
need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you always knew, that it on
Tellin' everybody it was him that you on
Thought we walked a million it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit

I thought I made it but we only took steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me
To my when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at this crazy
We in the and finally it's lookin' good
Hip-hop it to billions, I knew we would

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

More fifty percent of us
Endin' up with through the chest
the head, through 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

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

Always survive, but

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

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