Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

There's a million motherfuckers out that support this raw shit
This shit
All the I'm thinking...

Hoping my motherfuckers know
That the House Gang never fold
Against all
I'm in my studio getting
Watching rap sell their soul

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How did we end up
Got the Blueprint from and Nas
niggas going platinum like the 50's and Jas
It's all odds
Should it be against your
New niggas out here dressing like Nicki
Selling soul to make it wealthy
Wearing women and denim skirts on Instagram taking selfies
I celebrate the you die
And I'll be after the firework, 5th of July
lies a fictional writer considered a liar
Always rapping trapping and what actors did on the wire
Then they ask me why I'm rapping like a for hire
niggas locked my homie in a truck and lit it on fire
You can I hear my pain in the way I spit
I give a fuck if a DJ play my shit?
Or like my shit, put in a club, my shit
Or write my Real niggas recite my shit
And your label they own you, that ain't no agreement
Please believe it, got you on your knees and
Looking like you in the with a cove
they dicks so far up your asshole you're sneezing semen
Then they put you on a single with the same
On other singles man ya'll just a of lame niggas
hot now but how long will the shit last
If I don't feel music I ain't rapping with your bitch ass (no)
And I bet I still come around broke
Rifles hollow tips right out of his hundred round throat
When I'm buried six feet deep, counting eternal
It'll all sense, I'll be the underground GOAT nigga
Syllable king, dream, niggas be like typical memes
I'm killing your dreams, pop you in bed dozing
My shooters come out the quick as Frank Ocean (Got ya)
I'm the illest of them all
I'm taking you niggas through training you ain't in my lane and
I'm giving a fuck if you you a star
The bigger they are the harder they
I slip in a clip and I set the off
can lick off, your life'll get lost
And it'll be your own fault, your own role
Like a with a dildo, you're digging your own hole
West Coast, my is there
underground for years, you think I would care
Cause mainstream with bars who can count on with one hand
Still have a finger to spare, fuck 'em
I ain't I'm just telling the truth
When I see a real MC, I 'em salute
all odds...