Luyện nghe bài hát Survival

So you say you a gangsta,
Are you really a rider,
You don't take from no one, no
And got your mind on your 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 70 rappers 69 flop

I blowed a in the corner just to get the feel
So my light smooth 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, I'll y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to
So I can get money between
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a
And get so much pussy I sleep

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

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

I ain't even got a yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin
A new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
fan base 'cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a shopper
I blow the color of grass 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 Monkey with the on 'em
Shelves'll leave a food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in shampoo

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

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 scared come 'round here
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 a dummy harmed
And had money wrong him in his underarm
pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a arm, I'm a fucking Don

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

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

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

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