Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

1: Joey]
Niggas don't war
I'm a martian an army of spartans
Sparring a knife in a missile fight
Get your intel right, your is irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more than impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's
We got niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a if they hate though
We don't give a fuck as as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't here
I got them girls next to the wood like they lightyear, I'm right
get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got that presidential out to inaugurate
My P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, MC
Air 'em out to 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto
Fire flame spitter komodo
No time for fake people, they be like Kimora
I'm the empor-ah in of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba boom*
It's panic like Dora when shots
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where raise that K
Like every day in every way and every where you go, ain't safe
The only thing that I can say, to you is
Cause when start equippin'
And throw the in
blood drippin'
And got you
Another
Don't know whats hit them, his spinal
Just another man who by survival
That's your biggest rival, in whole life
These you can't handle you better hold tight
sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right
Still ain't got shine to last the whole night, nigga

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

You fuckin' energy? Dickheads

2: STEEZ]
It's 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday comin' investin' in a few guns
New gats, traps, and bazooka straps
Better play your cards right, no booster
Everybody they used to rap
But these ain't even no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving blue and black
I'm in Marty mode, so tell em' that the future's back
on hoverboards, wiping out motherboards
Stopped spitting fire cause my motherfuckin is scorched
King Arthur when he swung his
A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or
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 interests
They say hard work off
Well tell the Based God quit his day job
Cause P.E's to take off
protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb
Fuckin'
Finger to the screamin' "fuck censorship!"
If Obama got that election
Then them P.E. bout to make an intervention
what I once said, I want the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka
And wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con
It's like been content with losin'
And half our students fallen victim to the
Jobs are since the Scientific Revolution
And little kids are shootin cause its given to 'em
weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson
And be quick to catch a bullet like an interception
If man's tryna disrepect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond -