Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

[Verse 1:
Niggas don't war
I'm a martian with an army of
with a knife in a missile fight
Get your right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But definite I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the and it's evident
We got niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a trunk if hate though
We don't give a fuck as as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya ain't right here
I got them girls to the wood like they lightyear, I'm right chea
get a buzz, tryna pollinate
STEEZ got that presidential shit out to
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 komodo
No time for fake people, they be simmin' like
I'm the empor-ah in of the adora, my heart go:
*Ba boom Ba Ba boom boom Ba boom*
It's panic like Dora shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the where they raise that K
every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe
The only that I can say, to you is pray
Cause when niggas equippin'
And the clip in
Your drippin'
And got you
Another
Don't know hit them, through his spinal
Just man who defeated 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, the police nigga
Fuck every ass politician on Wall Street
P.E, Enemy, Assassinate us, bitch
Fuck that, fuck son
Fuck government, Fuck, and shit

You fuckin' energy? Dickheads

[Verse 2:
like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday start investin' in a few guns
New gats, traps, and bazooka straps
Better play your cards right, no booster
Everybody claim they 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' that the back
Riding on hoverboards, out motherboards
Stopped spitting fire my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King Arthur when he his sword
A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or
I had a hard writing lyrics
Now I'm way heads, science fiction
You can try and get it, my man the flyest it
With a mind of fine of interest for your finest
They say hard work off
Well tell the Based God don't his day job
Cause P.E's about to off
protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb
Fuckin'
Finger to the president "fuck censorship!"
If Obama got president election
Then them P.E. boys bout to an intervention
Fuck what I said, I want the blood shed
Cause for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess was listenin' to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't gettin' at Comic-Con
like we've been content with losin'
And half our students victim to the institution
Jobs are scarce since the Scientific
And little are shootin Uzi's cause its given to 'em
Little weapon, code Smith and Wesson
And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an
If your man's tryna it
Send a message and it's over in a - nigga