Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Survival of The Fittest

Yeah.. this one out.. to my man killa b
No doubt indeed.. without weed..
That old shit..

There's a war goin on outside, no man is from
You could run but you hide forever
these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head scared to look
You shook, cause no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of
similar to vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and the cop's control
better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get steady
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 depressed
So I a slug-proof underneath my guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You soon be killed, put us together
It's like vodka and milk
I'm out blastin, takin my enemies with me
And if not, scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord me the hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't back
Or maybe the words from my man killa black
That I can't say so it's a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay
Survival of the fit the strong survive

Chorus: deep

Yo, yo
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(we livin it)
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit the strong survive
(thug life, we livin it)
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(we livin it)
We this til the day that we die
(we this til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit 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 hustlin countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my back and with caution
Five-oh lurkin, no to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin names to get out quick
My brother did it and got with two ounces
world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin he got bagged, that fucked me up god
But happens for a reason
You find out who's your peoples when you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
Wild on the streets I try to
Tight with my loot, hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit trickin shit
I'm a jew, savin dough so I can big whip
a lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we
If beef, we never and pull together
worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings
My crew's all loot
Fuck cute, I'm strictly timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin l's, laid back, the smell
In the bridge gettin down it ain't to tell
You better

mobb deep

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

Look in the eyes and get
Look alive, in ninety-five, up
thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin? deep and all that..