Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to radio
The disc jockeys, college
market
And promotions team
Anybody who put a up
Anybody that passed the word bout harlem
Anybody that kept the goin
Everybody that starred in world
And myself m a $ e, stase
Loon, meeno, blink
Huddy combs,
All out

There's a lot of things that been on my
Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the
Tryin to the track we hit on
Throw it down and spit on, flip it,
Boy, you messin with
Wit the anger I
Got to get it off my
Brutalize fake emcees to get off my
Take a pellet to the
Then I throw on a
I grab the gloves
And take the bullet out his
Must
Stress factor still I to
Take it there beware, prepare for
chapter, y'all cowards
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all know the answer
Cancer and the
Transform to
Nouns rip rounds
get bust down
For now y'all cowards got to play the
I'm the warning of this rap game it's for lock down

[baby
God you
The cops came to rescue
I bet you, if it was ma$e he of threat you
I knew you shit before I met you
And because you can't walk it
Don't you cant talk it
My got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the volvo the l's get lit
I'm harlem world
You don't the hell I'm wit
So chics can't tell me shit
Come on now, clear the way
Under cars stay
will ricochet
Stay alive day
It's no lame in my
We aim for cats
So if I smack you who gon you
You ain't see
My made me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down south riches
And that's word to jehovah
Any man cross fam get beat up wit the quickness

Yo, let me you somethin', I'm ahead of my time
Ain't no damn pellets, is lead in my rhyme
When I spit this you know
Get a pen and pad
This one stop at 62, I'm a spit ten mo
It kinda like the window, of the volvo limo
Cuda, tell me nothin if ain't about my ammo
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
Went from to holly
World to the
People gon hate regardless I feel so
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
Slash b.i.g. christopher
King of new york the
Slash fake slash in the paint horse you
Slash slash air jordan cross you
Slash murphy slash four turn
Slash cardan slash take my stuff

[huddy
I'm getting dough spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses 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
Runnin thru any I gave money to
But though
Y'all cats that know don't really
Harlem world gon be the clique spit that willy flow
All them rings and things you about bring em out
I did things that your team won't about
Scheme about but don't really a thing about
But for the dough I blow any spot you out

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You wanna go to war, you cock sucker
I pulled out now I got to ya
And your men your block told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out I'm not ya lover
You look good that's why I got to ya
After I won't even stop to hug ya
got pissed off and got her brother
But word to mother, I break cat into
Cause don't know all the things I been thru
Still a fugitive like and kim woo
Yep the cops me
But if you want me and get me
Turn in nah you got to catch me
Do I got a gun you check me
Cause I ain't goin in you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes revealin ya past
Sad but you feelin my
You mad 'cause I'm wit cash
And a don p cylinder
Try to me, I'm killin your ass
Straight up and down for another half mill in a
I'm appearful willin to
I'm in the bath
Loungin wit ass
They done you killed in the trash
Case is close I'm a case of mo
At the shark bar wit hoes

Aight hud, hud

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

Yo, mase hop out the lex wit about two teks
Spit got about two left
If one vest is thin you two vest
platinum and only in the u.s
I'm harlem world slash all out dot com
My con if you could pop cris why pop don
Any cat actin bet he dacon
Wanna see a hundred
You at my arm
You think I wanna take to far in my rugar
Put a hollow to far
Have cats at ya scream bout how they knew ya
And ya in a salt lake out in utah
So you are good, leave the country
And I know you are
Spain baggage claim and you bon swa
You I'm comfy
Think murder one go
Think I'm seven make to hundred gran monthly
Wanna me
Walk in they bump me
Wanna tell they dumb chickens how they me
They wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why they ot, I'm mostly out the

All out