Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

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

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

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

And after all years of crime and malice
I look 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 their
most never chose to go against the masses
So if you or die let me see them L's
And I'll you to a place where we can be ourselves

Look, is not my type of party
Nah, look happened to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And people than when you start shit
Yeah, and you wonder why I don't coffee
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 hopes of a revolution as of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick
Everybody 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 is where home is, damn

So it's me against the world
my mistress and my girl
All they 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.
in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to who always raised their glasses
When most chose to go against the masses
Now I know you ride or die so let me see L's
And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself

If they want me come and get me, unload clip till it's empty
And I ain't motherfucker
Do whatever I must to my brother
Respect no other, put no man each other
This is what you live out when you trying to it out the gutter
This is how you that 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 class 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
Bitch next to me, no
Make songs like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if want me come and get me,
And I'll this clip till it's empty, bam