Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I done it again
I have here many times before
Hurt myself today
And the worst part is there's no one else to

Be my friend, me
me up, unfold me
I am small, and
me up and breathe me

Uh, it's just me against the
my mistress and my girl
All wanted was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be
Contemplate, real or fake, all people in my face
ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I can't without a base
They understand, till the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray,

And after all these years of crime and
I look and see I'm cold and calloused
And while our sins are to to bear
We have to wash them down, now your chalice
And toast to those who always raised glasses
When most never chose to go against the
So if you or die let me see them L's
And I'll take you to a place we can be ourselves

Look, is not my type of party
Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley, uh rest in
And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo'
And less people when you start shit
Yeah, and you wonder why I drink coffee
I wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In of a revolution as results of my anarchy
But I'm hardly home so I guess that I'll be quick
Everybody have their two cents,
Take it, here, I don't owe shit
Smoke a zip, change my and give my five year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success don't they say hate is where is, damn

So it's just me against the
Lost my and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my
When all I wanted was just to be great,

But is in the eye of the beholder,
So it with you.
in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who raised their glasses
most never chose to go against the masses
Now I know you ride or die so let me see L's
And be that you are not afraid to be yourself

If they me come and get me, unload this clip till it's empty
And I ain't stutter
Do I must to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man above each
This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the
This is how you show that little baby girl you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get that and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get
And the chronic is the man 'cause he got the supply
Get it, and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, closed
Bitch to me, no clothes
Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Warhol
Yeah, so if they me come and get me,
And I'll unload this clip till empty, bam