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 nigga till I rot
though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman on the 69 drop
Out of 70 rappers 69 flop

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

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

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

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

If you don't come around here
Guns 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 as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a
White fan base Eminem is my partner

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

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

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

Poppa was a stone
Never came 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 come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out
As you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he see tomorrow

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

I burn big everyday, but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm
I'm in a class all by
whoop 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 they cornered a nigga in

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

Poppa was a stone
Never came 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 don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition run out here
As soon you get the to try it
A try me, he won't see tomorrow