Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, balls pencils
As hollow get in you
cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is
Hold two lives and four
Up in the crack
Flipmode cruddy styles has been you
Rush

You touch cash
If it was under your
a mustache
Nigga, ass!
Show whole cheek
Slugs no heat
Diamonds that break
You thugs is so

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

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

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

I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into
Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay
Dirty nigga for life, that's how living
Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow
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 ghetto jurors, still related

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

We enemies of strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K Y for whores
Lapdances trap grands laws
My baby Moms, three for your arms
That bust with force
The ghetto with us, bang Makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks, rap and a rain of AIDS

Yo, you want from us now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from
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 like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to my plane in your building
In the of the law

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