Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest

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

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

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

[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have 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 at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and people.
If you test Dre suicide. Lyrical drive by
Makin' you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers
And us like revival since my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and till we fall
And all broads to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho and locs
I represent the chronic (?) and of gun smoke.
For box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
3 felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
The shadiest, wanted 'em all but call
Dub C the manifesto, still standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' the wheels fall off
And all my momma the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll
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