Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest

[W.C.]
Uh, riir, niir!
Back once again, it's Dub C: the
Introducing ya'll to the members of my clique:
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can ya
From the school of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only chrome pistole
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 Young
[Young
It's the young Desperado! My is to bang foe the hood,
the pain foe the hood, 'cause it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla,
the enemy down for (?) scrilla
To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" Militia
All ridas creepin' to getcha
the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both

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

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 swangin' we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to the minds of all remainin' (?)]
Make these girls and the thugs in the dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta you bang your head and bounce
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 me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive (?) be the
whack rappers dat they're the dopest
When hopeless be the brokest
Saddest song dat you heard
Shinin some light on all you bustas like the bird!
And (?)

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

I got a slug foe 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 like revival my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball we fall
And all broads to (??)
[W.C.]
From the land of the scandalous, sho 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' (?)], you know
The shadiest, wanted 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still tall
Bandana Swangin' the wheels fall off
And all my momma the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll
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