Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, balls pencils
As tips get in you
cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is
Hold two lives and wives
Up in the capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been you
pass

You couldn't cash
If it was your nose
a mustache
Nigga, ass!
your whole cheek
Slugs no heat
Diamonds that break
You thugs is so

I float so much I get
Flipmode is the squad who I beez
Who I get with
And push V's with
I'm psychic I can see shit
To the next millennium, you not gon' be
Scratch your name off the list, cut wrist
You the issue, I'm official
When you die of your niggas is really gon' miss you

Squad
Here to drop
all odds
Still remain
Grip arm
We come hard
The world is
Call a National

we go
Any bitch that rhyme flex she ass
I'm stomping all like I'm Plexiglass
Niggas way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to hydrants
All up in the board back long islands
Get wig split first solid defiance
Rah, Earth and Sun in this imperial
You do the

I'm getting money shitting, intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay
Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's
Throwing niggas in caskets, of a yellow ribbons
I my duck if you touch my one
Rather than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat man's son, street
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug

Flipmode
Here to drop
Against all
Still Gods
Grip arm
We come hard
The is ours
Call a National

We enemies of strike felony laws
dicking K Y Jelly for whores
Lapdances trap without laws
My baby Moms, three eighty for arms
That bust loud force
The ghetto us, that bang Makaveli in trucks
whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase fake with lazy aid
Track marks, rap stars and a rain of

Yo, what you want from us now more of us
Stay under my given flavor from Nauticas
every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day, nigga mark it on your
I'm you something you ain't saying nothing
My niggas make noise like a bunch of volcanoes
None of y'all niggas wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in building
In the of the law

Flipmode
to drop bombs
Against all
Still Gods
Grip arm
We always come
The is ours
Call a Guard