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 on your muthafuckin' dough, let's go

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

I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the
So my head light when I move the steering wheel
I ain't from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real pop artists that kill

I to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for
Go head on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm like 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 chain a
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
the ice pick done off the bottom

If you don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out
As you get the paper 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 Garnett
A new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base 'cause is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass
I blow marijuana the color of hopper
I a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring 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 food blue
Like a full of acid in your shampoo

We don't tolerate the blocking 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

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 done off the

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

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a harmed
And had wrong 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, 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 your ass all by myself

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

I wish you would try me, I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by to blast me
'Cause my 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 'bout
Like the ice pick off the bottom

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