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 newest members of my
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the
and we Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you this realness? Nothin' can save ya
the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome
For who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd
Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to for cheddar
Forever in my overalls and work- (?)
Breakin'
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Hogs
Shane]
It's the Desperado! My model is to bang 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 down for (?) scrilla
To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like
All ridas creepin' about to
It's the same, loc, don't get it when I bail through
One Bandana wit bottles on both sides

Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle 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 handle business
Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? Bandana [be bangin' and bringin' their business]

Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you. I you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin' we swarm through, was born to!
to make the minds of all remainin' (?)]
Make these and the thugs in the club dance.
the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce
Shout from the West to East, and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir,
Young Hogs born to wit me and Muggs
and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) only,
women upon me, phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive (?) be the
whack claiming' dat they're the dopest
When hopeless be the brokest
song dat you ever heard
Shinin light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And (?)

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

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
Makin' sure you die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get on, raw and ball till we fall
And revolve all to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho and locs
I the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
For box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
3 time felons, eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
The shadiest, shadiest 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels off
And all my momma bear the niirs to ever lay ya'll
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