Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Survival of The Fittest

Yeah.. this 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 could run but you hide forever
From these, streets, that we done
You walkin witcha head scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as crooks
They never around the beef cooks in my part of town
It's to vietnam
Now we all up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear
Tryin to bag me and get rocked
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, puffin lye
New got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my
God bless my soul, I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You will soon be killed, put us
like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies 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 turn back
Or maybe it's the words from my man killa
That I can't say so left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to alive
Survival of the fit the strong survive

Chorus: mobb

Yo, yo
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(we still it)
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit the strong survive
(thug life, we still it)
We livin til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(we livin it)
We livin this til the day we die
(we livin this til the day we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong
(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 never
As long as fiends crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin my
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed caution
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the
Niggaz usin fake to get out quick
My did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the hard
Ask my man twin when he got bagged, that me up god
But shit happens for a
You find out who's your true peoples when upstate bleedin
You can't find a to troop your bid witchu
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, 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
Jakes on the we out-clever
If beef, we never and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings
My crew's all about
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly timb boots and certified suits
Puffin l's, laid back, the smell
In the bridge gettin down it ain't to tell
You realize

Chorus: mobb

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

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