Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I done it again
I have been here many before
Hurt 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
my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be
Contemplate, or fake, all these people in my face
Wasn't for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a
They understand, till the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray,

And all these years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm cold and
And our sins are to filthy to bear
We have to wash them down, now your chalice
And toast to those who always raised glasses
When most never to go against 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 what happened to Chris Farley, uh in peace
And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo'
And people than when you start shit
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 mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In hopes of a as results of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess that be quick
Everybody have their two cents,
it, here, I don't owe y'all shit
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five a kiss
mad at my success don't they say hate is where home is, damn

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

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

Let's toast to who always raised their 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 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 you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show precious little baby girl 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 we're lower but always seem to get high
And the chronic seller is the man 'cause he got the
Get it, demand and supply, that spinach, get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, door
next to me, no clothes
Make songs like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if want me come and get me,
And unload this clip till it's empty, bam