Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

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

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

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

Squad
Here to bombs
all odds
Still Gods
Grip arm
We come hard
The world is
Call a National

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

I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders vixens
Fall off uh uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's
Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow
I buck my duck if you my one
Rather Jamaican belly boy make you people for fun
Fat son, street educated
The of ghetto jurors, still thug related

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

We enemies of three felony laws
Gorilla dicking K Y Jelly for
Lapdances trap grands without
My baby Moms, three for your arms
bust with loud force
The ghetto with us, that bang 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, what you want from us now visualize of us
Stay toting under my given flavor Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any
Make you remember this day, mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something you saying nothing
My niggas make noise like a bunch of volcanoes
None of y'all niggas wanna war
The type of to crash my plane in your building
In the of the law

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