Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

We all out
(Aite)
We all out
(Aite)
We all out
ya motherfuckin' mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

Come Hell or high water, down to opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin'
Outlaw it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man
My ambition to hold up the rap
While I pluck holes in like donuts
And still to die for all my souljas

Like hillbillies, they don't me
So bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your
A general in war, I'm the to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit armed
I'm similar to Saddam, I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that vein, stuck in the game

I hit the like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, a new posse
We shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' to Jay Z

(Buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while caught up in the rapture
Still me, I'm in Jamacia sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga, my old man wasn't
I to a field, catchin' cases, litigation
playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, up to bang

We claim mob, M O B if you be
We control all cash Atlantic Pacific
And get this, I'm to kill
When I peel with this spot
Father, how the Hell did I survive, these shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my
Late night, hear them
We all out

We goin' all out, bomb till they fall out
them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if on
Each nigga handle ya own, it on strong

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas playin' ya peeps, betta go all out
see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

I'm on my sled, walkin' through the belly of the beats
Feelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be, plain' to see
That we mobb niggaz hidin' in claimin' that they ride rough
But they soft as cushion, they softer than bitches
In the worst way, in blood, outlawz my blood brothers
I'd die for thuggs, say hi to this slug
It's a shame how some niggaz on the coast
Was ridin' with Pac, but he died, they went pop

I'm on the Jers to the fullest, some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no coast thug
westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass to the
And watch my put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these fag niggaz be bitin' this
It's all my heart when I was writin' this, all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till fall out
Take the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, it on strong

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas playin' ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

Now, we all and down to die, who wit us?
Speak up, or get like you comin' to kill us
Ain't nothin' but squealers, in this rap game, swearin' rough
up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot cha
These glocks hot, and shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG
'Cause all fag motherfuckers owe me

I to the thug Lord, like that motherfuckers holy
soulja, till the Heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you
Feel what I'm talkin' 'bout, this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till feel it
Livin' proof, Pac niggaz, they can't deal wit
back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we all out, nigga

We goin' all out, bomb first till fall out
them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, it on strong

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

We goin' all out, first till they fall out
Take them the war route, a doubt
Ball, which we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on

If you got bills to pay, go all out
Bustas with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you go all out

Fool, you go all out
goin' all out
All my niggaz all out
Without a muthafuckin'

Ey, you just gon think that you gon be uhh
Talkin' and slippin' on all of these records
And we ain't gon say shit, now 1999
a different grin'd, don't disrespect the Don
It's still war