Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, go out to radio stations
The disc jockeys, college
Independent
And promotions team
Anybody who put a up
Anybody that passed the bout harlem world
Anybody that kept the buzz
Everybody that starred in world
And m a $ e, baby stase
Loon, meeno, blinky
Huddy combs,
All out

There's a lot of that been on my mine
Lately a lot a been crossing the line
Tryin to the track 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
Brutalize emcees to get off my stress
a pellet to the face
Then I on a vest
I grab the gloves
And take the out his chest
Must
Stress still I have to
Take it there beware, prepare for
Final chapter, y'all
We gon ya
When and but not why
Y'all already the answer
Cancer and the
Transform to
rip like rounds
Clowns get down
For now cowards got to play the background
I'm the warning of this rap game it's time for down

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God you
The cops came to your
I bet you, if it was ma$e he would of you
I knew you wasn't before I met you
And just because you can't 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 from world
You don't know the I'm wit
So y'all chics can't me shit
on now, everyone clear the way
Under better stay
Shots will
Stay another day
no lame in my staff
We don't aim for
So if I smack you who gon you
You see nothin
My home me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down south riches
And that's word to witness
Any man cross fam get beat up wit the quickness

Yo, let me tell you somethin', I'm ahead of my
Ain't no damn pellets, this is in my rhyme
I spit this stuff 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, don't tell me nothin if ain't about my
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
Went from to holly
World to the
gon hate regardless I feel so good
For my ac
Now I'm a sit on my hood
They say b you doin your thing I say playa I
I play hard like the notorious
Slash b.i.g. slash
of new york the emperor
Slash head fake slash in the paint you
Slash perimeter slash air cross you
murphy slash four turn 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 a game like piccolo
I done did it yo than any cat ya know?
So you wanna do my whole team comin thru
Runnin thru any I gave money to
But though
Y'all that know don't really know
Harlem world gon be the clique spit that willy flow
All them rings and things you sing about em out
I did things that team won't dream about
Scheme about but don't know a thing about
But for the dough I blow any spot you out

[blinky
You wanna go to war, what you cock
I out now I got to bust ya
And your men from block told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you girls out there I'm not ya
You good that's why I got to touch ya
After that I won't stop to hug ya
Honey got off and got her brother
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
myself 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 revealin ya past
Sad but you my wrath
You mad 'cause I'm dealin wit
And a don p glass
Try to harm me, I'm your ass
Straight up and down for half mill in a stash
I'm willin to blast
I'm still in the
chillin 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 case is layin the cut like band-aids
Air runnin out ya mouth while you and ya man

Yo, hop out the blue lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got about two
If one vest is you rock two vest
platinum and only in the u.s
I'm from harlem 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 wanna take this to far in my
Put a hollow to far
Have cats at ya wake bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt lake out in
So you are feel good, the country
And I know you are
Spain baggage and you yellin bon swa
You I'm comfy
Think murder one go
Think I'm seven five to hundred gran monthly
lump me
Walk in clubs bump me
Wanna they dumb chickens how they jump me
They can't wait to see the paramedics to pump me
Why ot, I'm mostly out the country

All out