Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, balls pencils
As tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice face you
Rhymes is
two lives and four wives
Up in the crack
cruddy styles has been past you
Rush

You touch cash
If it was under nose
Like a
Nigga, ass!
Show your whole
Slugs no heat
Diamonds that break
You is so sweet

I float so much I get
Flipmode is the squad who I beez
Who I get with
And push V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see
To the next millennium, you not be shit
Scratch your name off the list, cut your
You the issue, I'm official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon' you

Squad
Here to drop
all odds
Still Gods
your arm
We come hard
The world is
Call a Guard

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

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

Flipmode
to drop bombs
Against all
remain Gods
Grip arm
We come hard
The world is
Call a National

We enemies of strike felony laws
Gorilla K Y Jelly for whores
trap grands without laws
My baby Moms, three eighty for arms
That bust with force
The ghetto with us, that bang Makaveli in
That whatever the fuck to a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase thugs with lazy aid
Track marks, rap stars and a rain of

Yo, what you from us now visualize more of us
toting under my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember day, nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you you ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise like a of volcanoes erupting
of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to my plane in your building
In the of the law

Flipmode
Here to bombs
Against all
Still remain
your arm
We always hard
The world is
a National Guard