Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest

[W.C.]
Uh, riir, niir!
Back again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing ya'll to the newest of my clique:
Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full of big tails, and Ben Davis
The one and only chrome pistole
For those who know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever, takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my and work- (?)
jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young
Shane]
It's the Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
bring the pain foe the hood, 'cause all tooted good
On the reala, a killa, a young thrilla, mashin'
the enemy down for (?) scrilla
To it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas about to getcha
It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I through
One Bandana Swangin' wit on both sides

Survival of the and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle their business (?)
Survival of the and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle business
of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and their business]

Mic check, 1, 2, what you wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you. I you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin' when we through, was born to!
[Cap to make the of all remainin' (?)]
Make these girls and the in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang head and bounce
Shout the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir,
Young Hogs to thug wit me and Muggs
and Bug California Love, homie (?) chases only,
women me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically (?) be the loc'est
whack claiming' dat they're the dopest
hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you ever
some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And (?)

[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to your radio!
Ain't wrong, we have taken control to bring you the special show:
Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one.
Ey, Dre'sta, you got?

I got a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me
And got a clutch foe all fake and scandalous people.
If you test Dre suicide. Lyrical drive by
sure you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like since my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we
And all broads to (??)
[W.C.]
From the of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs
I the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
For this box to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you
The shadiest, shadiest wanted 'em all but
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels off
And all my momma bear the realest to ever lay ya'll
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