Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have done it
I have been here times before
myself again today
And the worst part is no one else to blame

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

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

And after all years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm cold and
And our sins are to filthy to bear
We to wash them down, now grab your chalice
And toast to those who always raised their
When never chose to go against 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, Hollywood is not my of party
Nah, look what to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And less people than when you start
Yeah, and you wonder why I drink coffee
I don't wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Garvey
In hopes of a revolution as of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess that be quick
Everybody wanna their two cents,
it, here, I don't owe y'all shit
Smoke a zip, my clothes and give my five year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success don't say hate is where home is, damn

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

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

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

If they want me and get me, unload this clip till it's empty
And I ain't motherfucker
Do whatever I to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man above other
This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the
is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get 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 chronic seller is the man he got the supply
Get it, demand and supply, make that spinach, get Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, door
next 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 clip till empty, bam