Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest

[W.C.]
Uh, riir, niir!
Back once again, Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing to the newest members of my clique:
Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? can save ya
the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin'
Dub witta capital 3rd
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 Young
[Young
the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
bring the foe the hood, 'cause it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a thrilla, mashin'
the goes down 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 twisted when I through
One Swangin' wit bottles on both sides

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

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

[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to 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 slug foe mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all fake and scandalous people.
If you Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got study
And us gangstas like revival my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we
And revolve all to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho and locs
I the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
For this box Regal to Martinis (?) on a do low
3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' (?)], you know
The shadiest, shadiest 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still standin'
Bandana Swangin' till the fall off
And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay
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