Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

So you say you a gangsta,
Are you really a rider,
You don't shit from no one, no
And got mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

I'll be a Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the dollar bot
armor 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 when I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing from nothing, its top dollar to
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 hate on me now, you'll a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and elevators

I went playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money 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 done off the

If you scared don't around here
ammunition don't run out here
As you get the paper 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 size as Kevin Garnett
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 marijuana the color of grass hopper
I a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to

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

We don't the cock blocking out the bricks
We got with 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 learn a few things 'bout
Like the ice done off the bottom

If you scared don't come 'round
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 hands up at me, I send a dummy
And had money shoot him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell, be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the
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, rose gold, yellow gold,
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and ones
been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner cornered a nigga in

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

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 pick off the bottom

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