Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, go out to radio stations
The disc jockeys, college
market
And promotions street
Anybody who put a up
Anybody that the word bout harlem world
that kept the buzz goin
Everybody starred in harlem world
And myself m a $ e, baby
Loon, meeno, blink
combs, cardan
All out

There's a lot of things that been on my
Lately a lot a fakes crossing the line
Tryin to take the we hit on
it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin danger
Wit the I possess
Got to get it off my
fake emcees to get off my stress
Take a pellet to the
Then I on a vest
I grab the gloves
And take the bullet out his
confess
Stress factor still I to
it there beware, prepare for disaster
Final chapter, y'all
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all already know the
Cancer and the
to verbs
Nouns rip rounds
Clowns get bust
For now cowards got to play the background
I'm the warning of this rap game it's for lock down

[baby
God you
The came to your rescue
I bet you, if it was he would of threat you
I knew you shit before I met you
And because you can't walk it
Don't mean you talk it
My got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the while the l's get lit
I'm harlem world
You don't know the I'm wit
So y'all can't tell me shit
on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars stay
Shots ricochet
Stay another day
It's no in my staff
We aim for cats
So if I smack you who gon you
You see nothin
My made me somethin
gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's word to witness
Any man this fam get beat up wit the quickness

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

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

[blinky
You wanna go to war, you cock sucker
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
After that I won't stop to hug ya
got pissed off and got her brother
But to mother, I break that 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 me come and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to me
Do I got a gun you betta me
Cause I goin in alive you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes been ya past
Sad but you my wrath
You mad 'cause I'm dealin wit
And a don p cylinder
Try to me, I'm killin your ass
Straight up and for another half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to
I'm in the bath
Loungin wit ass
done found you killed in the trash
Case is close I'm orderin a of mo
At the shark bar wit haitian

Aight hud, hud

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

Yo, hop out the blue lex wit about two teks
Spit got about two left
If one is thin you rock two vest
platinum and only in the u.s
I'm from harlem world all out dot com
My con if you pop cris then why pop don
Any cat actin ra-ra bet he
Wanna see a gran
You at my arm
You I wanna take this to far in my rugar
Put a bullet to far
Have at ya wake scream bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt out in utah
So you are feel good, the country
And I where you are
Spain baggage claim and you bon swa
You I'm comfy
Think one go humphrey
I'm seven five make to hundred gran monthly
Wanna me
Walk in clubs bump me
Wanna they dumb chickens how they jump me
They wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why ot, I'm mostly out the country

All out