Luyện nghe bài hát Against All Odds

Aiyo, your pencils
As tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice face you
is natural
Hold two lives and wives
Up in the capsule
Flipmode styles has been past you
Rush

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

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

Squad
Here to drop
Against all
remain Gods
Grip arm
We always hard
The world is
a National Guard

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

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

Flipmode
to drop bombs
Against all
Still remain
Grip arm
We always hard
The world is
Call a National

We enemies of strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking K Y Jelly for
Lapdances trap grands laws
My baby Moms, three eighty for your
bust with loud force
The ghetto with us, 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 of AIDS

Yo, what you from us now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given from Nauticas
every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember day, nigga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something you saying nothing
My niggas make like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all niggas wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your
In the of the law

Squad
Here to bombs
all odds
Still Gods
Grip arm
We always come
The is ours
Call a National