Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have it again
I have been here many times
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
Warm me up and me

Uh, just me against the world
my mistress and my girl
All wanted was what's in my safe
And all I was just to be great
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 I can't ball without a base
They understand, till the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray,

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

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

So just me against the world
Lost my mistress and my
All they wanted was in my safe
When all I wanted was just to be great,

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

Let's toast to those who always raised their
When most never 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 want me come and get me, unload this clip till empty
And I ain't stutter
Do I must to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man above each
is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious baby girl you love her
is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how we're lower class but always to get high
And the seller is the man 'cause he got the supply
Get it, demand and supply, make spinach, get that Popeye
with one eye open, door closed
Bitch to me, no clothes
Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy
Yeah, so if want me come and get me,
And I'll unload this till it's empty, bam