Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

[Verse 1:
Niggas 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 and it's evident
We got them P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a trunk if hate though
We don't give a fuck as long as we our pay, so
Ya'll pesos, ya money ain't right here
I got them girls next to the wood they 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 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 in search of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba
It's panic like Dora shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they 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
when niggas start equippin'
And throw the in
Your drippin'
And got you
victim
Don't know whats hit them, through his
Just man who defeated by survival
That's your biggest rival, in whole life
These bars you can't handle you hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm you're so right
Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night,

Yo, the police nigga
Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall
P.E, Enemy, Assassinate us, bitch
Fuck that, everything son
government, Fuck, listenin' and shit

You want fuckin' energy?

2: STEEZ]
It's like 6 milli ways to die my choose one
Doomsday comin' investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and straps
Better play cards right, no booster packs
Everybody they used to rap
But these ain't punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty mode, so tell em' that the future's back
on hoverboards, wiping out motherboards
Stopped spitting fire my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King Arthur when he his sword
A author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four
I had a hard writing 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 don't his day job
Cause P.E's to take off
With protons and electrons homie that's an
ridiculous
Finger to the president "fuck censorship!"
If got that president election
Then them P.E. boys to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Khan
And Pokémon gettin' recognized at Comic-Con
It's like 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
Little weapon, code name: and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an
If your tryna disrepect it
Send a message and over in a millisecond - nigga