Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

I was young, I was survivin' the
Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to
Little Ray had an NSX, I was I'm next
bracelets, never had a rope on my neck
Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh 'Rest In Peace'

though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you came back and we on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
Move arm and your watch to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say rhyme
Tragedy he 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 wore big glasses
Him and Melquan took me where G Rap
I was happy, just some answers
I even know what a record advance was

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

Large jewelry and Gucci
Next stop, In Full posse recruits me
Knew they some millionaires, their ropes were dookie
Eric B man lookin' like it he shoot me

You see, every time Ra didn't
I get to demos at attempts to blow
I could they tell, how did they know
Sixteen later, here I go

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

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

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

My boy MC nevertheless
Took me to Columbia, back CBS
Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the man
Now buggin' the label had just dropped Def Jam

Could you picture needin' a check, man?
But he smart, he a plan for Polygram
Life is ill, life's a movie
Then, the roster's Hill, Nas, and Fugees

Before I sold records, no
The rap world like, all this commotion?
plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did know then

What, what, what I do?
What, what, would I do?
What, what, would 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 it alive

Dated some stars but respect their
Copped mad cars, layin' in the driver's seat
Held down, just steerin' the wheel
I am, completed my whole record deal

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

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