Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have done it
I have been here times before
Hurt myself again
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 mistress and my
All wanted was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be
Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my
Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a
Looking at my fans like I can't ball a base
They understand, ride 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 while our sins are to to bear
We have to wash down, now grab your chalice
And toast to those who raised their glasses
When most never chose to go against the
So if you ride or die let me see 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 then Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And less people than you start shit
Yeah, and you wonder why I don't drink
I don't wanna wake up to problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In of a revolution as results of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever so I guess that I'll be quick
wanna have their two cents,
Take it, here, I don't owe y'all
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five 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 was just to be great, Kells

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

Let's toast to who always raised their glasses
When most never chose to go against the
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 come and get me, unload this clip it's empty
And I stutter motherfucker
Do whatever I must to protect my
no other, put no man above each other
This is you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that 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
how we're lower class but always seem 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 one eye open, door closed
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 I'll unload this till it's empty, bam