Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

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

Hoping my true know
That the House Gang will never
Against all
I'm in my studio getting
Watching rap niggas sell their

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