Luyện nghe bài hát Surviving The Times

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

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

though that night you flipped on us, you warned us
If you back and we still on the corners, we goners, movin' on to
your arm and your watch to another time on the block
'Cause this 40 Side where they say rhyme
Tragedy he used to come all the time

I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not the word define
He had a named Erin, for sure was fine
That was my crush, I bought my first mic
I wrote my first verse, I was nine
I was mine, fantasize house-buyin'

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

I'm seein' hoes sex in the bathroom
With rap dudes, thinkin' wow, she me
girl then, right now's a groupie
Back then she was like the star in the

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

You see, time Ra didn't show
I get to record at attempts to blow
I wonder could tell, how did they know
years later, here I go

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

I'm Akinyele 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 just signed Das, he didn't want us

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

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

you picture Russell needin' 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 like, what's all this commotion?
plat', mad bottles I'm toasting
20/20 hindsight, but how did know then

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

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

Dated some stars but their privacy
Copped mad cars, layin' back in the seat
Held myself down, just steerin' the
Here I am, completed my record deal

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

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