Luyện nghe bài hát Against The World

Help, I have done it
I been here many times before
myself again today
And the worst is there's no one else to blame

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

Uh, it's just me against the
my mistress and my girl
All they was what's in my safe
And all I was just to be great
Contemplate, or fake, all these people in my face
Wasn't for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I ball without a base
They understand, ride the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray,

And after all these years of crime and
I look and see I'm cold and calloused
And while our are to filthy to bear
We have to wash them down, now your chalice
And toast to those who always raised glasses
When never chose to go against the masses
So if you or die let me see them L's
And I'll you to a place where we can be ourselves

Look, Hollywood is not my type of
Nah, what happened to Chris Farley, uh rest in peace
And Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems
And less people when you start shit
Yeah, and you wonder why I don't coffee
I don't wanna wake up to 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 of my anarchy
But I'm hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick
Everybody wanna their two cents,
Take it, here, I don't owe y'all
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a
Family mad at my success don't they say hate is home is, damn

So it's just me against the
my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was in my safe
When all I wanted was to be great, Kells

But is in the eye of the beholder,
So it with you.
Believe in your own the way you have believed in mine
time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who raised their glasses
When most never to go against the masses
Now I you ride or die so let me see them L's
And be proud that you are not to be yourself

If they want me come and get me, this clip till 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 to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious little baby girl you her
This is how you up as a man and get that bread and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get
And the chronic seller is the man he got the supply
Get it, demand and supply, make that spinach, get that
Sleep with one eye open, door
Bitch to me, no clothes
Make songs feel photos, I am hip-hop's Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they me come and get me,
And I'll unload clip till it's empty, bam