Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Survival of The Fittest

Yeah.. sendin one out.. to my man killa b
No doubt indeed.. weed.. knowhati'msayin?
old real shit..

There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe
You run but you can't hide forever
From these, streets, that we done
You walkin witcha head down scared to
You shook, ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the cooks in my part of town
similar to vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's
They better have the riot ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of
If I'm not at home, lye relaxin
New york got a nigga
So I a slug-proof underneath my guess
God bless my soul, I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the I built, and all unfinished beef
You soon be killed, put us together
It's like vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will forget me
Lord me the hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn
Or maybe it's the words my man killa black
That I can't say so it's a untold fact, until my death
My to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the survive

Chorus: deep

Yo, yo
We livin this til the day we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(we livin it)
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(thug life, we still it)
We livin this til the day we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(we still it)
We livin til the day that we die
(we livin til the day that we die)
of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit the strong..)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough
When the dough get low the jewels go, but that
As long as fiends smoke
I'll be on the block countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with
Five-oh lurkin, no to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged two ounces
world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, fucked me up god
But shit for a reason
You find out who's your true when you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 difficult
Wild on the streets I try to
Tight with my loot, cause like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin
I'm a jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Pushin a lex, now I'm set, to jet
No matter how loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we seperate and pull together
When worse comes to and my peoples come first
Try to and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew's all about
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly boots and army certified suits
Puffin l's, laid back, enjoyin the
In the bridge down it ain't hard to tell
You realize

mobb deep

We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(we still it)
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(thug life, we livin it)
We livin this til the day we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(we still it)
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(thug life, we livin it)
(the survive)

Look in the eyes and get
Look alive, in ninety-five, up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass
mobb deep and all that..