Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Survival of The Fittest

Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man b
No indeed.. without weed.. knowhati'msayin?
That old shit..

There's a war goin on outside, no man is from
You could run but you can't forever
From these, streets, we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway
never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's to vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and the cop's control
They have the riot gear ready
to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, lye relaxin
New york got a depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my
God my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You will be killed, put us together
It's like mixin and milk
I'm goin out blastin, my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will forget me
forgive me the hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm and I can't turn back
Or maybe the words from my man killa black
I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to alive
Survival of the fit only the survive

Chorus: mobb

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

I'm trapped, in two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never
As as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my and proceed with caution
lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin fake names to get out
My did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, fucked me up god
But happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
on the streets I try to maintain
Tight my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit trickin shit
I'm like a jew, savin so I can big whip
Pushin a lex, now I'm set, to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm in the projects, forever
on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull
When worse comes to worse and my come first
Try to react and get them feelings hurt
My crew's all loot
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly timb boots and army certified
l's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the bridge gettin down it ain't hard to
You better

Chorus: deep

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

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