Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, balls your
As hollow get in you
Bots cutting to slice face you
is natural
Hold two lives and wives
Up in the crack
Flipmode cruddy styles has been you
pass

You couldn't cash
If it was your nose
a mustache
Nigga, ass!
Show your cheek
Slugs with no
Diamonds don't break
You thugs is so

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

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

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

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

Flipmode
Here to bombs
all odds
Still remain
your arm
We always come
The is ours
Call a Guard

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

Yo, you want from us now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my flavor from Nauticas
Destroy arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day, nigga it on your calendar
I'm showing you you ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise like a bunch of erupting
None of y'all niggas wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in building
In the of the law

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