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: Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this Nothin' 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 Parole
Dub witta 3rd letter
for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my and work- (?)
jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young
[Young
the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
bring the pain foe the hood, it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a thrilla, mashin'
the enemy goes for (?) scrilla
To it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas about to getcha
It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both

Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their (?)
of the fittest 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 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 you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin' we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to make the minds of all (?)]
Make these girls and the thugs in the dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and
Shout from the to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir,
Young Hogs born to thug wit me and
and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) only,
women me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
Lyrically (?) be the loc'est
whack rappers dat they're the dopest
When hopeless brothers be the
Saddest song dat you ever
Shinin some light on all you like the Ghetto bird!
And (?)

[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to 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 foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre suicide. Lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers
And us gangstas like revival my arrival.
And wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till 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 Regal to (?) sippers on a do low
3 felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
The shadiest, shadiest 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still tall
Swangin' till the wheels fall off
And all my momma bear the realest niirs to lay ya'll
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