Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

[Verse 1:
Niggas don't war
I'm a martian with an of spartans
Sparring with a 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 evident
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they
'em in a trunk if they hate though
We give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so
collect pesos, ya money ain't right here
I got them girls to the wood like they lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, tryna
STEEZ got that shit out to inaugurate
My P.E conglomerates bout to on any wanna B-E, weak MC
Air 'em out to leave 'em empty congratulate the
Fire flame spitter like
No for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora
I'm the in search of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba
It's like Dora when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the where they raise that K
Like every day in every way and every where you go, ain't safe
The only that I can say, to you is pray
Cause when start equippin'
And the clip in
Your drippin'
And got you
victim
Don't know whats hit them, through his
another man who defeated by survival
That's your rival, in your whole life
These bars you handle you better hold tight
They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so
Still ain't got enough to last the whole night, nigga

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

You want energy? Dickheads

2: STEEZ]
It's like 6 milli to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday comin' start in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and bazooka
play your cards right, no booster packs
Everybody claim they to rap
But these ain't punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
instrumentals blue and black
I'm in Marty McFly mode, so 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 use a pen in like a month or four
I had a hard writing lyrics
Now I'm way over heads, science
You can try and get it, my man the flyest it
With a mind of fine of for your finest interests
They say work pays off
Well tell the Based God quit his day job
Cause P.E's about to off
With protons and electrons homie an A-bomb
Fuckin'
Finger to the 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 shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you pump lead
I Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't recognized at Comic-Con
It's like we've been content with
And our students fallen 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 a bullet like an interception
If man's tryna disrepect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond -