Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I done it again
I have here many times before
Hurt myself again
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, it's just me the world
my mistress and my girl
All they was what's in my safe
And all I was just to be great
Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my
Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my and caught a case
Looking at my fans I can't ball without a base
understand, ride till the end
Now bow our and let us pray, amen

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

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

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

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

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

If they want me come and get me, unload clip till it's empty
And I stutter motherfucker
Do whatever I must to protect my
Respect no other, put no man above each
This is what you live out when you trying to it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious little baby you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how lower class but always seem to get high
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, door
Bitch next to me, no
songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they want me and get me,
And unload this clip till it's empty, bam