Luyện nghe bài hát Survival Tactics

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

[Verse 1:
Niggas want war
I'm a martian an army of spartans
Sparring with a knife in a fight
Get intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and evident
We got them P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
'em in a trunk if they hate though
We don't a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so
Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't here
I got them next to the wood like they lightyear, I'm right chea
Tryna get a buzz, 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 like
No for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora
I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my go:
*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom*
panic like Dora when shots blast
See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they that K
Like every day in every way and every where you go, just safe
The only thing that I can say, to you is
Cause when start equippin'
And throw the in
Your blood
And got you
victim
Don't whats hit them, through his spinal
Just man who defeated by survival
That's biggest rival, in your 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, fuck the police
Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Street
P.E, Public Enemy, us, bitch
that, fuck everything son
Fuck government, Fuck, and shit

You want fuckin' Dickheads

[Verse 2:
It's 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one
Doomsday start investin' in a few guns
New gats, booby traps, and straps
Better your cards right, no booster packs
Everybody claim used to rap
But ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks
Leaving instrumentals and black
I'm in Marty McFly mode, so em' that the future's back
Riding on hoverboards, out motherboards
Stopped spitting cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched
King Arthur when he swung his
A king author I 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 flyest it
With a mind of fine of interest for your interests
say hard work pays off
Well the Based God don't quit his day job
P.E's about to take off
With protons and homie that's an A-bomb
Fuckin'
Finger to the president "fuck censorship!"
If got that president election
Then them P.E. boys bout to an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I the blood shed
now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was to Chaka Khan
And Pokémon wasn't gettin' at Comic-Con
It's like been content with losin'
And half our fallen victim to the institution
are scarce since the Scientific Revolution
And little kids are Uzi's cause its given to 'em
Little weapon, code name: and Wesson
And you'll be quick to a bullet like an interception
If your tryna disrepect it
Send a message and it's in a millisecond - nigga