Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my dogs you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you
You in God's hands now, keep a 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 afraid to come out

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

Peace to daughter and your newborn son
It to be fun, makin' records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that gone
And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in
And they claim to be New York's It ain't about that
It's more serious, I to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
too many real ones out there, I feel some
But doubt they're capable to take it you took it to
I missed your 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 from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and to the side
But I wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was God to us in the form of Allah

Still 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 stay alive

life never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop and use
To bite off beer tops and pour out a liquor
You was more than the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I your style nigga
It's goin' on the third year, since you've been

On the East and Coast the same shit 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 face invadin' space
You asked if I trade in your place, how would I hold up?

How long would I ride, 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 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 when we seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, watched
We was both deep, you left I got no sleep
about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could it?
You was in a wild homicide or were you crucified

Like the son of God, when Lucifer
And make the think, young blacks should be extinct?
But thug life'll never die, we stay high and link
there ever be another MC as nice?
Will you return to us the resurrection of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

I wonder what the Commodores through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the business?
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 screen, cuties that scream
need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
It be the ones you knew, that want it on
Tellin' it was him that you fronted 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 ladder, where they pay me checks
To my when I got it I said, "Baby bless"
was the 80's but now look at this 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 tryin' to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you niggaz check 'em out
Some is bout it, most plots
And run the spots, some choose to to theyselves
While others no cares and stay in jail

More fifty percent of us
Endin' up with holes the chest
Through the head, the gut it shows
The future for us shooters and old killers
Who become rich as dope
Nothing left for us but dreams and hood tournaments

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

survive, but why?

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

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