Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

[Verse 1:
Niggas don't war
I'm a martian with an of spartans
Sparring a knife in a missile fight
Get intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But definite I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they
Throw 'em in a trunk if they though
We don't give a as long as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't here
I got them next to the wood like they lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna
STEEZ got that presidential shit out to
My P.E conglomerates to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak 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 empor-ah in of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba Ba boom boom Ba boom*
It's panic like Dora when blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise K
Like day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe
The only thing that I can say, to you is
when niggas start equippin'
And throw the in
Your drippin'
And got you
victim
Don't know hit them, through his spinal
Just another man who by survival
That's your biggest rival, in your whole
These bars you can't you better hold tight
sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right
Still got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga

Yo, fuck the nigga
Fuck ass corrupt politician on Wall Street
P.E, Public Enemy, us, bitch
Fuck that, everything son
Fuck government, Fuck, and shit

You fuckin' energy? Dickheads

[Verse 2:
It's like 6 ways to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday comin' start in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka
Better play your cards right, no booster
Everybody they used to rap
But these even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals and black
I'm in Marty mode, so tell em' that the future's back
Riding on hoverboards, wiping out
spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King when he swung his sword
A king author I ain't even use a pen in a month or four
I had a hard time lyrics
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 finest
They say hard pays off
Well tell the Based God quit his day job
P.E's about to take off
With protons and electrons that's an A-bomb
ridiculous
Finger to the screamin' "fuck censorship!"
If Obama got that election
Then P.E. boys bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't gettin' recognized at
like we've been 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
weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a like an interception
If your man's disrepect it
a message and it's over in a millisecond - nigga