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

1: Joey]
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 it's definite I spit than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the and it's evident
We got them P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a trunk if hate though
We don't a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya ain't right here
I got them girls next to the like they lightyear, I'm right chea
get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got that shit out to inaugurate
My P.E bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MC
Air 'em out to leave 'em empty the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter komodo
No time for fake people, they be like Kimora
I'm the in search of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba
It's panic like when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where raise that K
Like day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe
The thing that I can say, to you is pray
Cause when start equippin'
And throw the in
Your drippin'
And got you
Another
Don't know whats hit them, through his
Just another man who by survival
That's your biggest rival, in whole life
These bars you can't you better hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so
Still ain't got enough shine to last the night, nigga

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

You want fuckin' Dickheads

2: STEEZ]
It's like 6 milli ways to die my choose one
comin' start investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka
Better play cards right, no booster packs
Everybody claim they to rap
But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm tracks
Leaving instrumentals and black
I'm in McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's back
on hoverboards, wiping out motherboards
Stopped spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is
King Arthur when he his sword
A king author I ain't even use a pen in 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 with it
With a mind of fine of interest for your finest
They say hard work off
Well tell the Based God quit his day job
Cause P.E's to take off
With protons and electrons that's an A-bomb
ridiculous
Finger to the president "fuck censorship!"
If got that president election
Then them P.E. boys bout to an intervention
Fuck I once said, I want the blood shed
Cause for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka
And Pokémon wasn't gettin' recognized at
It's like we've been with losin'
And our students fallen victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce the Scientific Revolution
And little are shootin Uzi's cause its given to 'em
Little weapon, name: Smith and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet an interception
If your man's tryna it
Send a message and over in a millisecond - nigga