Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

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

There's a lot of things that been on my
Lately a lot a fakes been the line
Tryin to take the 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 to get off my stress
a pellet to the face
Then I on a vest
Then I the gloves
And take the bullet out his
confess
Stress factor I have to
Take it there beware, for disaster
chapter, y'all cowards
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all already the answer
and the herbs
Transform to
rip like rounds
Clowns get bust
For now y'all cowards got to play the
I'm the of this rap game it's time for lock down

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God you
The cops came to your
I bet you, if it was ma$e he of threat you
I knew you wasn't before I met you
And because you can't walk it
mean you cant talk it
My cats got mels to hit, to spit
They low in the while the l's get lit
I'm from harlem
You don't the hell I'm wit
So y'all chics tell me shit
on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars better
Shots ricochet
Stay alive day
It's no in my staff
We don't aim for
So if I you who gon back you
You ain't see
My home made me
Stase gt glamour misses down south gettin
And that's word to 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
I spit this stuff you know
Get a pen and pad
This one at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window, of the volvo limo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if about my ammo
All I did was 2 that was just a demo
Went from to holly
World to the
People gon regardless I feel so good
For my ac
Now I'm a sit on my hood
They say b you your thing I say playa I should
I play hard like the notorious
Slash b.i.g. slash
King of new york the
Slash head fake slash in the horse you
Slash perimeter slash air cross you
Slash murphy slash four delirious
Slash cardan take my stuff seriously

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

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You wanna go to war, what you sucker
I pulled out now I got to ya
And your men from your block told me not to ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you out there I'm not ya lover
You look good why I got to touch ya
After that I even stop to hug ya
got pissed off and got her brother
But word to mother, I break that cat
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
I ain't goin in alive you got to wet me

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

Aight hud, hud

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

Yo, mase hop out the lex wit about two teks
Spit got about two left
If one vest is you rock two vest
platinum and only in the u.s
I'm harlem world slash all out dot com
My con if you pop cris then why pop don
Any cat ra-ra bet he dacon
Wanna see a gran
You at my arm
You think I take this to far in my rugar
Put a hollow to far
Have cats at ya scream bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a lake out in utah
So you are good, leave the country
And I where you are
baggage claim and you yellin bon swa
You I'm comfy
murder one go humphrey
Think I'm seven five make to gran monthly
Wanna me
Walk in they bump me
tell 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

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