Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

I was young, I was the times
for my moment, I was destined to shine
Little Ray had an NSX, I was I'm next
Wantin' bracelets, never had a rope on my
Unless I was holdin' chain 'Rest In Peace'

Even though that you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
Move your arm and your watch to time on the block
'Cause this 40 where they say shorty rhyme
he used to come through all the time

I'm talkin' 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 about
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

Met Paul, he some big glasses
Him and Melquan took me G Rap lived
I was happy, just some answers
I ain't even what a record advance was

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

jewelry and expensive Gucci
Next stop, In Full posse recruits me
Knew were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man lookin' 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
Sixteen years later, I go

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

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

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

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

Could you picture Russell a check, man?
But he smart, he plotted a plan for
Life is ill, again a movie
Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and

Before I records, no promotion
The rap world like, what's all this
Went plat', mad bottles I'm
20/20 hindsight, but how did they know

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

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

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

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

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