Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I done it again
I have been many times before
myself again today
And the part is there's 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 they wanted was in my safe
And all I wanted was to be great
Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my
ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I can't ball a base
They understand, till the end
Now bow our and let us pray, amen

And after all years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm and calloused
And while our sins are to to bear
We have to wash down, now grab your chalice
And to those who always raised their glasses
When most never to go against 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 what happened to 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 don't drink
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 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 my five year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success don't they say hate is where is, damn

So it's just me the world
Lost my mistress and my
All they wanted was in my safe
all I wanted 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 to go against the masses
Now I know you ride or die so let me see L's
And be that 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 stutter
Do whatever I must to protect my
Respect no other, put no man above other
This is what you live out you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious little baby girl you her
This is how you up as a man and get that 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, and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, closed
next to me, no clothes
Make feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they me come and get me,
And I'll unload this clip till empty, bam