Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Survival of The Fittest

Yeah.. sendin 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 safe
You could run but you hide forever
these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to
You shook, ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef in my part of town
similar to vietnam
Now we all up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear
to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you with not 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 a slug-proof underneath my guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You will soon be killed, put us
It's like mixin and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies me
And if not, they scarred, so will never forget me
Lord forgive me the hennesey got me not how to act
I'm fallin and I can't back
Or maybe it's the words from my man killa
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 strong

Chorus: mobb

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

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but that
As as fiends smoke crack
be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
No doubt, my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin, no to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin fake names to get out
My brother did it and got bagged with two
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 true peoples when 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 like a jew, savin dough so I can big
a lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we
If beef, we never and pull together
When worse to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them feelings hurt
My all about loot
lookin 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
Survival of the fit only the survive
(we still it)
We this til the day that we die
of the fit only the strong survive
(thug life, we livin it)
We this 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 the strong survive
(thug life, we still it)
(the survive)

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