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 you slid
You in God's hands now, a place for me kid
Ain't changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to out

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

to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' to see your response
But, now is none, now that you're gone
And these niggaz is wrong, your name in vain
And they claim to be New king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to it up with you

with you, happy we on top, the most official
Ain't too many real ones out there, I some
But doubt they're capable to take it you took it to
I missed your wake not I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see somebody so in that way
I woulda so long with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn fightin'
me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my to let people by
You kill nothin' that's ready to die
You was like God to us in the form of

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

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

Thug never die
Dear 'Pac, every thug a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and out a lil' liquor
You was more just the wildest nigga
2Pacalypse, I understand your style
It's goin' on the third year, you've been gone

On the East and West Coast the shit is goin' on
The industry be talkin', me often
They don't you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
I can relate, shootouts and court
All eyez on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your
You asked if I could trade in place, how would I hold up?

How long I ride, before I fold up?
How did you know your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in line, all in your flow
There never be peace, I have to quote
believe 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, after you left I got no
Think about how us real niggaz be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could it?
You was caught in a wild homicide or were you

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

Still I believe, we always survive.. but why?

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

I wonder what the Commodores through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, to shoot his way out a war?
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 indo right now and down
A plan and pursue my dream 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 you always knew, that want it on
everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we walked a million miles it was just
Not to walkin' in the path of legit money

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

A lot of ups and in the game, could lose or gain
A pounds tryin' to maintain, one day you here
The next you not, when you around niggaz 'em out
Some is bout it, most plots
And run the spots, some choose to to theyselves
While have no cares and stay in jail

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

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

survive, but why?

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

Still, we, survive
No matter
Still, we, survive
No matter
Still, we, will
No matter
My niggaz just stay