Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Of The Fittest (ESPN Remix)

Sendin' this one out, to my man be
No doubt indeed, weed, know what I'm sayin'?
That old real

There's a war on outside no man is safe from
You run but you can't hide forever
From these that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down to look
You shook ain't no such things as halfway crooks
never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the control
They better have the riot ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you with not much to go home
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of
If I'm not at home, lye relaxin'
New York got a depressed
So I wear a underneath my Guess
God my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us
It's like vodka and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never me
forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't back
Or it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a fact, until my death
My goal's to stay
Survival of the fit only the strong

Yo, yo
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit the strong survive
(We still it)
We livin' til the day that we die
of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still it)
We livin' til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(We still it)
We this til the day that we die
(we this til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the survive
(survival of the fit the strong)

I'm trapped, in two worlds, tryin' to get dough ya know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never
As long as fiends smoke
I'll be on the hustlin countin' my stacks
No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed caution
Five-oh lurkin', no time to get lost in the
Niggas usin' fake names to get out
My brother did it and got bagged two ounces
I-llegal where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, fucked me up God
But shit for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're bleedin'
You can't find a shorty to your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 difficult
Wild on the I try to maintain
with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin'
I'm a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, to jet
No matter how loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever
Jakes on the we out-clever
If beef, we never and pull together
When worse comes to and my peoples come first
Try to and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm Timb boots and army certified suits
L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the gettin' down it ain't hard to tell
You realize