Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

To my wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know shit is rough you slid
You in God's hands now, keep a for me kid
Ain't changed still, party and bullshit
We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to out

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

Peace to your and your newborn son
It used to be fun, makin' records to see your
But, now competition is none, now that you're
And these niggaz is wrong, your name in vain
And they claim to be New York's king? It about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
Ain't too many real ones out there, I some
But doubt capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not 'cause I'm
'Cause I hate to see 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 Brooklyn fightin'
me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was God to us in the form of Allah

Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but

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

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

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

How long would I ride, I fold up?
How did you through your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in flow
There never be peace, I have to quote
Can't believe I my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had words 'cause the best to clash at the top

But kept it brotherly when we seen each and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people
We was both deep, after you I got no sleep
about how us real niggaz would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who fight it?
You was caught in a homicide or were you crucified

Like the son of God, when lied
And make the world think, young blacks 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 like the of Christ?

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

I wonder what the Commodores through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen that made him
Was it the drugs, put an end to the business?
If so, should I put out the indo right now and write
A plan and pursue my 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 always knew, that it on
Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on
we walked a million miles it was just twenty
Not used to walkin' in the path of legit

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

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

More fifty percent of us
Endin' up with through 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 want the fast way outta trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or crack
To my deceased wishin' I could bring you back
But life is a and y'all taught me that

survive, but why?

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

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