Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I done it again
I have been many times before
Hurt again today
And the worst part is there's no one to blame

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

Uh, just me against the world
my mistress and my girl
All they was what's in my safe
And all I was just to be great
Contemplate, real or fake, all people in my face
Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my and caught a case
at my fans like I can't ball without a base
They understand, ride the end
Now bow our and let us pray, amen

And after all these of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm and calloused
And while our are to filthy to bear
We have to wash them down, now your chalice
And toast to those who always their glasses
most never chose to go against the masses
So if you or die let me see them L's
And take you to a place where we can be ourselves

Look, is not my type of party
Nah, look what to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And then Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And people than when you start shit
Yeah, and you why I don't drink coffee
I don't wanna wake up to these of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Garvey
In hopes of a revolution as 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 shit
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and my five year-old a kiss
mad at my success don't they say hate is where home is, damn

So just me against the world
Lost my and my girl
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 starts you.
in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who always raised their
When most chose 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 above other
This is you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious little baby you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get 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 is the man 'cause he got the supply
Get it, demand and supply, make that spinach, get that
with one eye open, door closed
Bitch next to me, no
Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Warhol
Yeah, so if they want me and get me,
And I'll unload this clip it's empty, bam