Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

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

You couldn't touch
If it was under your
a mustache
Nigga, ass!
Show your cheek
with no heat
Diamonds that break
You is so sweet

I float so much I get
Flipmode is the who I beez with
Who I get plucks
And push German V's
Rampage I'm I can see shit
To the next millennium, you not be shit
Scratch name off the list, cut your wrist
You the issue, I'm official
When you die none of your is really gon' miss you

Flipmode
Here to drop
all odds
Still Gods
your arm
We always come
The world is
a National Guard

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

I'm getting money shitting, turn into vixens
Fall off beeper uh uh niggas getting
Dirty for life, that's how spliff's living
Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a ribbons
I my duck if you touch my one
Rather Jamaican belly boy make you people for fun
Fat son, street educated
The colonel of jurors, still thug related

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

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

Yo, what you want from us now visualize of us
Stay toting my given flavor from Nauticas
Destroy every arch or any challenger
Make you remember this day, mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something you ain't saying
My niggas make noise a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to my plane in your building
In the of the law

Flipmode
Here to bombs
all odds
Still Gods
your arm
We come hard
The world is
Call a National