Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

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

Hoping my motherfuckers know
That the House will never fold
all odds
I'm in my studio blown
Watching rap niggas sell their

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