Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest

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

Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle business (?)
of the fittest 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 bringin' their

Mic check, 1, 2, what you wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and you!
The bandanas will be when we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to make the of all remainin' (?)]
Make these girls and the thugs in the dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you your head and bounce
Shout from the 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 fictive (?) be the
rappers claiming' dat they're the dopest
When hopeless be the brokest
Saddest dat you ever heard
Shinin some light on all you bustas like the bird!
And (?)

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

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