Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

It's either, or you
It's of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know
You do what you do to alive

[Verse 1:
don't want war
I'm a martian an army of spartans
Sparring with a knife in a missile
Get your intel right, your intelligence is
But it's definite I spit than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and evident
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they
Throw 'em in a trunk if they though
We don't give a fuck as as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya ain't right here
I got them girls next to the wood like lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna
STEEZ got that presidential shit out to
My P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, MC
Air 'em out to 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter like
No time for fake people, they be simmin' Kimora
I'm the in search of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba
It's like Dora when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they that K
Like every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't
The only that I can say, to you is pray
when niggas start equippin'
And the clip in
Your blood
And got you
victim
Don't know whats hit them, through his
Just man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival, in your whole
These bars you can't handle you better tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like so right
Still ain't got enough shine to the whole night, nigga

Yo, fuck the police
Fuck every ass corrupt on Wall Street
P.E, Enemy, Assassinate us, bitch
Fuck that, everything son
Fuck government, Fuck, and shit

You want energy? Dickheads

2: STEEZ]
It's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga one
Doomsday comin' start in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka
Better play cards right, no booster packs
claim they used to rap
But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing
instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty mode, so tell em' that the future's back
Riding on hoverboards, out motherboards
spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King Arthur when he swung his
A author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four
I had a hard time writing
Now I'm way heads, science fiction
You can try and get it, my man the flyest it
With a mind of fine of interest for finest interests
They say hard pays off
Well tell the God don't quit his day job
P.E's about to take off
With protons and electrons homie that's an
Fuckin'
Finger to the screamin' "fuck censorship!"
If got that president election
them P.E. boys bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the shed
Cause now-a-days for you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't recognized at Comic-Con
It's like we've content with losin'
And half our students fallen to the institution
Jobs are scarce the Scientific Revolution
And little are shootin Uzi's cause its given to 'em
Little weapon, code name: Smith and
And you'll be quick to a bullet like an interception
If man's tryna disrepect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond -