Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have it again
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
Warm me up and me

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

And after all these years of and malice
I down and see I'm cold and calloused
And our sins are to filthy to bear
We have to them down, now grab 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 where we can be ourselves

Look, is not my type of party
Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley, uh rest in
And then Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And less people than when you start
Yeah, and you wonder why I don't coffee
I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus
In of a revolution as results of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess that I'll be
wanna have their two cents,
Take it, here, I don't owe y'all
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a
Family mad at my success don't they say is where home is, damn

So it's just me the world
Lost my and my girl
All wanted was what's 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 own abilities the way you have believed in mine
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who always 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 come and get me, unload this clip it's empty
And I ain't stutter
Do whatever I to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man each other
This is what you live out you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you that precious little baby 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 seller is the man 'cause he got the supply
Get it, and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, door
Bitch to me, no clothes
songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they want me and get me,
And unload this clip till it's empty, bam