Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

There's a million motherfuckers out that support this raw shit
Slaughterhouse shit
All the I'm thinking...

Hoping my motherfuckers know
That the House Gang will never
Against all
I'm in my studio blown
Watching rap niggas sell soul

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How did we end up
Got the Blueprint from and Nas
Ghetto niggas going platinum the 50's and Jas
against all odds
Should it be against your
New out here dressing like Nicki Minaj
Selling soul to make it wealthy
women shirts and denim skirts on Instagram taking selfies
I celebrate the you die
And I'll be after the firework, 5th of July
Here lies a fictional writer considered a
Always rapping about trapping and actors did on the wire
Then ask me why I'm rapping like a killer for hire
Some niggas locked my homie in a truck and lit it on
You can I hear my pain in the way I spit
Think I give a fuck if a DJ my shit?
Or my shit, put in a club, hype my shit
Or my shit? Real niggas recite my shit
And your label own you, that ain't no lease agreement
Please believe it, got you on knees and screaming
Looking like you in the navy a cove
they dicks so far up your asshole you're sneezing semen
Then they put you on a single the same niggas
On other singles man ya'll just a bunch of lame
hot now but how long will the shit last
If I don't feel your music I rapping with your bitch ass (no)
And I bet I still come around broke
Rifles spitting hollow tips right out of his hundred round
I'm buried six feet deep, counting eternal sheep
It'll all make sense, I'll be the underground GOAT
Syllable king, lyrical dream, be like typical memes
I'm killing dreams, pop you in your bed dozing
My shooters come out the closet quick as Ocean (Got ya)
I'm the lyricist of them all
I'm taking you niggas through training you ain't in my lane and
I'm a fuck if you think you a star
The bigger they are the they fall
I in a clip and I set the apocalypse off
Shots can lick off, your life'll get
And it'll be your own fault, remember own role
Like a bitch with a dildo, you're digging your own
Coast, my kingdom is there
I'vebeen underground for years, you think I care
Cause mainstream artists with bars who can count on one hand
Still have a finger to spare, fuck 'em
I ain't hating I'm telling the truth
When I see a MC, I tell 'em salute
all odds...