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 no one else to blame

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

Uh, it's just me against the
Lost my mistress and my
All they was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was to be great
Contemplate, real or fake, all people in my face
ready for the fame, I flipped 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 all these years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm cold and
And while our are to filthy to bear
We have to wash them down, now grab chalice
And toast to who always raised their glasses
When most never chose to go 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, Hollywood is not my of party
Nah, look what to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And then Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo'
And less people than when you shit
Yeah, and you why I don't drink coffee
I don't wanna up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In hopes of a revolution as results of my
But I'm hardly ever so I guess that I'll be quick
Everybody wanna their two cents,
Take it, here, I don't owe shit
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success don't they say hate is home is, damn

So just me against the world
my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my
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 have believed in
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who always their glasses
When most never chose to go the masses
Now I you ride or die so let me see them L's
And be proud 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 motherfucker
Do whatever I must to my brother
no other, put no man above each other
This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the
This is how you that precious little baby girl you love her
This is how you step up as a man and get that and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
how we're 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
Sleep with one eye open, door
Bitch next to me, no
songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they me come and get me,
And I'll unload this till it's empty, bam