Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have done it
I have been here many times
Hurt myself today
And the worst is there's no one else to blame

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

Uh, it's me against the world
Lost my and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my
And all I was just to be great
Contemplate, or fake, all these people in my face
Wasn't ready for the fame, I my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I can't 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 while our sins are to filthy to
We to wash them down, now grab your chalice
And toast to those who always their glasses
When most never chose to go the masses
So if you or die let me see them L's
And I'll take you to a place we can be ourselves

Look, is not my type of party
Nah, look happened to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And then Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And less people than when you start
Yeah, and you wonder why I drink coffee
I don't wanna wake up to problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In of a revolution as results of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess that I'll be
Everybody wanna have two cents,
it, here, I don't owe y'all shit
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 mistress and my
All wanted was what's 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 believed in mine
time, put 'em up

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

If they want me come and get me, unload this clip till empty
And I ain't stutter
Do whatever I must to my brother
Respect no other, put no man above each
This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the
This is how you show that precious little 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 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
with one eye open, door closed
Bitch to me, no clothes
songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they me come and get me,
And unload this clip till it's empty, bam