Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

So you say you a gangsta,
Are you really a rider,
You take shit from no one, no
And got mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

I'll be a South Side till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69
Out of every 70 rappers 69

I blowed a buck in the just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when I the steering wheel
I clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that

I to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack for real
Go hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the block to Bangkok
So I can get money between
And my so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so pussy I cant sleep

Poppa was a rollin'
Never came home now I'm on my own
So I had to a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice done off the bottom

If you don't come around here
Guns ammunition run out here
As soon you get the to try it
A nigga try me, he see tomorrow

I ain't even got a yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin
A new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan 'cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass
I blow marijuana the of grass hopper
I ain't a nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring boy to Singapore

My dress got the best hoes jumping on 'em
and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggaz stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop in the clips
your mouth bitch there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the

Poppa was a rollin'
Never came back now I'm on my own
So I had to a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round
Guns ammunition run out here
As you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he see tomorrow

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy
And had money wrong shoot him in his
pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a arm, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, but the bong
I cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by
I'll your ass all by myself

I got white gold, gold, yellow gold, platinum
hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I've been waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me, wave the gat by you
And burn eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to me
'Cause my got the glass from a taxi

was a rollin' stone
Never back home now I'm on my own
So I had to a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick off the bottom

If you scared don't 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out
As soon you get the to try it
A nigga try me, he see tomorrow