Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

1: Joey]
Niggas don't war
I'm a with an army of spartans
Sparring a knife in a missile fight
Get your intel right, your intelligence is
But it's definite I spit more speech impediments
the residence, the best and it's evident
We got niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
'em in a trunk if they hate though
We don't give a as long as we collect our pay, so
collect pesos, ya money ain't right here
I got them girls next to the wood they lightyear, I'm right chea
get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got presidential shit out to inaugurate
My P.E conglomerates bout to on any wanna B-E, weak MC
Air 'em out to leave 'em congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter komodo
No time for fake people, they be simmin' like
I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom*
It's panic like when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the where they raise that K
every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe
The only thing I can say, to you is pray
Cause when niggas equippin'
And throw the in
Your blood
And got you
Another
Don't know whats hit them, his spinal
Just another man who by survival
That's your biggest rival, in your life
These bars you can't handle you better hold
sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right
Still ain't got enough to last the whole night, nigga

Yo, fuck the police
Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Street
P.E, Enemy, Assassinate us, bitch
Fuck that, fuck son
Fuck government, Fuck, listenin' and

You fuckin' energy? Dickheads

[Verse 2:
It's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga one
comin' start investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and straps
play your cards right, no booster packs
Everybody claim used to rap
But these ain't punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals blue and
I'm in Marty mode, so tell em' that the future's back
Riding on hoverboards, out motherboards
Stopped spitting fire cause my motherfuckin is scorched
King when he swung his sword
A king author I even use a pen in like a month or four
I had a hard time writing
Now I'm way over heads, fiction
You can try and get it, my man the with it
With a mind of fine of interest for your interests
They say hard work off
Well tell the God don't quit his day job
Cause P.E's about to off
With protons and electrons that's an A-bomb
ridiculous
Finger to the president "fuck censorship!"
If Obama got that president
Then them P.E. boys bout to make an
Fuck what I said, I want the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta lead
I guess Columbine was to Chaka Khan
And wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con
It's like we've been with losin'
And half our students victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce the Scientific Revolution
And kids are shootin Uzi's cause its given to 'em
Little weapon, code name: Smith and
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an
If your man's tryna it
Send a message and it's in a millisecond - nigga