Luyện nghe bài hát We Will Survive

Still I believe, we always survive, but why?

To my dogs you are
Whattup You know shit is rough after 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 afraid to come out

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

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

Joke you, happy we on top, the most official
too many real ones out there, I feel some
But doubt capable to take it where you took it to
I missed your not 'cause I'm fake
'Cause I hate to see so great in that way
I woulda stayed so with so much to say

I had to put it in writin' to keep me and from fightin'
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the
But I probably wouldn't have got off my to let people by
You can't kill nothin' ready to die
You was like God to us in the 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 stay alive

Thug life die
Dear 'Pac, every sheds a tear drop and use teeth
To bite off beer tops and out a lil' liquor
You was more than just the nigga
2Pacalypse, I your style nigga
It's 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
They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your
I can relate, and court dates
All on you, niggaz in your face invadin' your space
You asked if I could trade in your place, how I hold up?

How long would I ride, before I up?
How did you know your rhymes it was your time to go?
You predicted it in every line, all in your
There never be peace, I have to quote
believe I heard my name on the realest shit you ever wrote
We had 'cause the best supposed to clash at the top

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

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

Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but

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

I wonder the Commodores went through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, to shoot his way out a war?
has Al Green seen that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end to the music
If so, I put out the indo right now and write down
A and pursue my dream turn my life around

I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own in Queens
It be the ones you knew, that want it on
everybody it was him that you fronted on
Thought we walked a million 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 clicks I got it I said, "Baby bless"
That was the 80's but now look at crazy mess
We in the 90's and finally lookin' good
took it to billions, I knew we would

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

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

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

survive, but why?

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

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