Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

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

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

I a buck in the corner just 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 pop artists 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 like butter holes and elevators

I went from playing the same block to
So I can get money raindrops
And my piece so I pop a chain a week
And get so pussy I cant sleep

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

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

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 and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of hopper
I a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To your boy to Singapore

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 of acid in your shampoo

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

Poppa was a stone
came 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 'round
ammunition don't run out here
As you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he see tomorrow

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

I burn big everyday, nothing but the
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm
I'm in a all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by

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

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

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

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