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 what you do to alive

1: Joey]
Niggas don't war
I'm a martian with an army of
with a knife in a missile fight
Get intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more than speech
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like elephants
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 right
I got them girls next to the like they lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna
STEEZ got presidential shit out to inaugurate
My P.E conglomerates to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MC
Air 'em out to leave 'em congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter like
No time for fake people, be simmin' like Kimora
I'm the in search 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 raise that K
Like every day in way and every where you go, just ain't safe
The only that I can say, to you is pray
when niggas start equippin'
And throw the in
blood drippin'
And got you
victim
Don't whats hit them, through his spinal
Just another man who defeated by
That's your biggest rival, in whole life
These you can't handle you better hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like so right
Still ain't got shine to last the whole night, nigga

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

You want fuckin' energy?

[Verse 2:
It's like 6 milli to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday comin' investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka
Better play cards right, no booster packs
Everybody they used to rap
But these even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving blue and black
I'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' the future's back
on hoverboards, wiping out motherboards
Stopped fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King when he swung his sword
A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or
I had a time writing lyrics
Now I'm way over heads, science
You can try and get it, my man the with it
With a mind of fine of for your finest interests
They say hard work off
Well tell the Based God don't his day job
Cause P.E's about to off
With protons and electrons homie that's an
Fuckin'
to the president screamin' "fuck censorship!"
If got that president election
Then them P.E. bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the blood
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump
I guess Columbine was to Chaka Khan
And wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con
It's we've been content with losin'
And half our students victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce since the Revolution
And little kids are 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 over in a millisecond - nigga