Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, balls your
As tips get in you
cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is
Hold two lives and four
Up in the capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been you
pass

You touch cash
If it was under nose
a mustache
Nigga, ass!
your whole cheek
Slugs no heat
Diamonds that don't
You thugs is so

I float so I get seasick
Flipmode is the who I beez with
Who I get with
And German V's with
I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millennium, you not gon' be
Scratch your off the list, cut your wrist
You know the issue, I'm
When you die none of niggas is really gon' miss you

Squad
Here to drop
all odds
Still Gods
your arm
We always come
The is ours
Call a National

we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna she ass
I'm stomping all things I'm Plexiglass
Niggas make way like when they sirens
Treat you park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board back long islands
Get your wig first solid defiance
Rah, Earth and Sun in this alliance
You do the

I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into
off beeper uh uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's
Throwing niggas in caskets, of a yellow ribbons
I buck my if you touch my one
Rather than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat man's son, street
The colonel of jurors, still thug related

Flipmode
Here to drop
Against all
Still remain
Grip arm
We always come
The is ours
a National Guard

We of three strike felony laws
dicking K Y Jelly for whores
Lapdances trap without laws
My baby Moms, three eighty for your
That bust loud force
The ghetto us, that bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give a in chunks
Who gazey fake thugs with lazy aid
marks, rap stars and a rain of AIDS

Yo, what you want us now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given from Nauticas
Destroy every rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day, nigga mark it on calendar
I'm showing you something you ain't saying
My niggas make noise like a of volcanoes erupting
None of niggas really wanna war
The of nigga to crash my plane in your building
In the of the law

Flipmode
Here to bombs
Against all
Still Gods
Grip arm
We always hard
The is ours
Call a National