Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

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

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

Peace to your and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that gone
And niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain
And they to be New York's 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 real ones out there, I some
But they're capable to take it where you took it to
I missed wake not 'cause I'm fake
I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I woulda stayed so long with so 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 knees to let by
You kill nothin' that's ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of

somehow I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

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

On the East and West Coast the shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', me often
They believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court
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 rhymes it was time to go?
You it in every line, all in your flow
There could be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I heard my on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had 'cause the best 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, you left I got no sleep
Think about how us real niggaz 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, when Lucifer
And the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and 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 just stay alive
Still, we, survive
No matter what, my people stay alive

I what the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a
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 dream turn my around

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

I I made it but we only took baby 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 mess
We in the 90's and it's lookin' good
Hip-hop it to billions, I knew we would

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

than fifty percent of us
Endin' up with through the chest
the head, through the gut it shows
The for us young shooters and old killers
Who become as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood

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

survive, but why?

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

Still, we, survive
No what
Still, we, will
No what
Still, we, will
No what
My just stay alive