Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to stations
The disc jockeys, college
Independent
And promotions street
who put a sticker up
Anybody that passed the bout harlem world
Anybody that kept the goin
Everybody that starred in world
And myself m a $ e, baby
Loon, meeno, blink
Huddy combs,
All out

There's a lot of things been on my mine
Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the
to take the track we hit on
Throw it down and spit on, flip it,
Boy, you with danger
Wit the anger I
Got to get it off my
Brutalize fake to get off my stress
Take a pellet to the
Then I on a vest
Then I the gloves
And take the bullet out his
confess
Stress factor still I to
Take it beware, prepare for disaster
Final chapter, cowards
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all know the answer
and the herbs
Transform to
Nouns rip like
Clowns get down
For now y'all cowards got to the background
I'm the warning of this rap game it's time for lock

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God you
The cops came to rescue
I bet you, if it was ma$e he would of you
I knew you wasn't shit I met you
And because you can't walk it
Don't mean you talk it
My cats got to hit, shells to spit
They low in the while the l's get lit
I'm from world
You don't the hell I'm wit
So y'all chics can't tell me
on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars stay
Shots ricochet
Stay alive day
It's no lame in my
We don't aim for
So if I you who gon back you
You ain't see
My home me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses south gettin riches
And word to jehovah witness
Any man cross this fam get up wit the quickness

Yo, let me tell you somethin', I'm ahead of my
Ain't no damn pellets, this is lead in my
When I spit this you know
Get a pen and pad
This one at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It like the window, back of the volvo limo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if ain't my ammo
All I did was 2 clue's that was just a
Went from to holly
World to the
People gon hate regardless I so good
For my ac
Now I'm a sit on my hood
They say b you doin your thing I say I should
I play hard the notorious rapper
b.i.g. slash christopher
King of new the emperor
Slash head fake slash in the horse you
Slash perimeter slash air jordan you
Slash murphy slash turn delirious
Slash cardan slash take my seriously

[huddy
I'm bigger dough spotin minks and figaro's
All my know huddy comb the jigalo
I can get a ho play a game like
I done did it yo any cat didn't ya know?
So what you do my whole team comin thru
Runnin any crew I gave money to
But really
Y'all cats that know don't know
Harlem world gon be the clique that spit that flow
All them and things you sing about bring em out
I did that your team won't dream about
about but don't really know a thing about
But for the dough I blow any you slingin out

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You wanna go to war, what you cock
I out now I got to bust ya
And your men from your told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out there I'm not ya
You look that's why I got to touch ya
that I won't even stop to hug ya
Honey got pissed off and got her
But word to mother, I break cat into
Cause people know all the things I been thru
Still a like chris and kim woo
Yep the disrespect me
But if you want me and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to me
Do I got a gun you betta me
I ain't goin in alive you got to wet me

Yo, ya been revealin ya past
Sad but you my wrath
You mad 'cause I'm wit cash
And a don p cylinder
Try to harm me, I'm killin ass
Straight up and down for another half mill in a
I'm willin to blast
I'm still in the
Loungin wit ass
They done you killed in the trash
Case is I'm orderin a case of mo
At the bar wit haitian hoes

Aight hud, hud

Y'all is closed layin the cut like band-aids
Air runnin out ya mouth you and ya man slayed

Yo, mase hop out the blue lex wit two teks
Spit fourteen got about two
If one vest is thin you rock two
Triple platinum and in the u.s
I'm from harlem slash all out dot com
My con if you could pop then why pop don
Any cat ra-ra bet he dacon
see a hundred gran
You at my arm
You think I wanna this to far in my rugar
Put a hollow to far
Have cats at ya wake scream bout how they ya
And ya body in a salt lake out in
So you are good, leave the country
And I where you are
baggage claim and you yellin bon swa
You think I'm
Think murder one go
Think I'm seven make to hundred gran monthly
Wanna me
Walk in they bump me
Wanna tell they dumb how they jump me
They can't wait to see the paramedics come to me
Why they ot, I'm out the country

All out