Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my wherever you are
Whattup Big? You shit is rough after you slid
You in God's hands now, a place for me kid
nuttin' changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B and see who rhyme sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers to come out

Machine Gun Funk from Queens I through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we was
I wonder if we stayed way, would there have 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 your life, though your loved ones

to your daughter and your 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 name in
And claim to be New York's king? It ain't 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 real ones out there, I feel some
But they're capable to take it where you took it to
I your wake not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see 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 from
Tellin' me to pay my respects and to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of

Still somehow I believe, we survive, but why?

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

Thug never 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 wildest
2Pacalypse, I your style nigga
It's on the third year, since you've been gone

On the East and West Coast the same is goin' on
The industry be talkin', offendin' me
They don't you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and dates
All eyez on you, niggaz in your invadin' your space
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 time to go?
You predicted it in line, all in your flow
There could never be peace, I have to
Can't 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 we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was deep, after 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 homicide or you crucified

Like the son of God, when Lucifer
And make the world think, young blacks be extinct?
But thug life'll die, we stay high and just link
there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you to us like the resurrection of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

I wonder what the Commodores went 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 right now and write down
A plan and my dream turn my life around

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

I thought I made it but we only baby steps
Up the success ladder, where pay me checks
To my clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally it's good
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

More fifty percent of us
up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it
The future for us young and old killers
Who become as dope dealers?
Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood

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

Always survive, but

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

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