Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

So you say you a gangsta,
Are you a rider, yeah?
You don't shit from no one, no
And got your mind on 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 on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 69 flop

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

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

I went from 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 stone
came back 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 around here
ammunition don't run out here
As you get the paper to try it
A try me, he won't see tomorrow

I ain't got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a
White fan base 'cause is my partner

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

My dress code got the best jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the on 'em
Shelves'll leave a food stamps blue
Like a full 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 bitch there's rocks out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye for the chicks

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 done off the bottom

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

A nigga throw his up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his
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 cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a all by myself
whoop your ass all by myself

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

I wish you try jump 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 window got the glass a taxi

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

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