Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

So you say you a gangsta,
Are you a rider, yeah?
You don't take 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 on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69

I blowed a buck in the just to get the feel
So my head smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop that kill

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

I went playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a 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 things 'bout
Like the ice pick off the bottom

If you scared come around here
ammunition don't 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 base 'cause Eminem is my

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

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

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

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

A throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money shoot him in his underarm
Then up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
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 class all by
whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold,
Young hoes, old hoes, ones and black ones
I've patiently 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 your off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid by trying to blast me
my window got the glass from a taxi

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

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