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 your mind on muthafuckin' dough, let's go

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

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

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

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

was a rollin' stone
Never came back now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few 'bout survival
Like the ice pick 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 won't see

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

I'm a and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga, all the pay 100 more
To bring your boy to

My dress got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the on 'em
Shelves'll a niggaz food stamps blue
a full tube of acid in your shampoo

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

Poppa was a rollin'
came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few 'bout survival
the ice pick done off the bottom

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

A nigga throw his up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky
I got a chunky arm, I'm a Don

I burn big everyday, but the bong
I don't cuddle, as as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a all by myself
I'll your ass all by myself

I got gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and ones
I've been patiently waiting to get on my shit
So this is for the corner cornered a nigga in

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

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

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