Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, this go out to radio
The jockeys, college radio
market
And street team
who put a sticker up
Anybody that the word bout harlem world
Anybody that kept the buzz
that starred in harlem world
And myself m a $ e, stase
Loon, meeno, blinky
combs, cardan
All out

There's a lot of things that on my mine
a lot a fakes been crossing the line
Tryin to take the 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 emcees to get off my
Take a to the face
Then I throw on a
Then I the gloves
And the bullet out his chest
Must
Stress still I have to
it there beware, prepare for disaster
Final chapter, y'all
We gon ya
and where but not why
Y'all already the answer
Cancer and the
Transform to
Nouns rip rounds
Clowns get bust
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 to your rescue
I bet you, if it was ma$e he would of you
I knew you wasn't shit I met you
And just you can't walk it
Don't mean you talk it
My cats got mels to hit, shells to
low in the volvo 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 better stay
Shots will
alive another 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 made me somethin
gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's word to witness
Any man cross this fam get beat up wit the

Yo, let me tell you somethin', I'm ahead of my
no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme
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 about my ammo
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
from harlem to holly
World to the
gon hate regardless I feel so good
For my ac
Now I'm a legend sit on my
They say b you doin your thing I say playa I
I play hard the notorious rapper
b.i.g. slash christopher
King of new the emperor
Slash fake slash in the paint horse you
Slash perimeter slash air cross you
Slash murphy slash four turn
Slash cardan slash take my stuff

[huddy
I'm getting bigger dough spotin and figaro's
All my misses huddy comb the jigalo
I can get a ho a game like piccolo
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 know don't really 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
Scheme about but don't really a thing about
But for the dough I blow any you slingin out

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You go to war, what you cock sucker
I pulled out now I got to ya
And your men from block told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to
For all you out there I'm not ya lover
You look that's why I got to touch 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 people don't know all the things I been
Still a like chris and kim woo
Yep the cops 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 been ya past
Sad but you feelin my
You mad I'm dealin wit cash
And a don p cylinder
Try to harm me, I'm killin ass
up and down for another half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to
I'm in the bath
Loungin wit ass
They done found you in the trash
is close I'm orderin a case 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 mouth while you and ya man

Yo, mase hop out the lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got about two
If one vest is you rock two vest
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 actin 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 lake out in utah
So you are good, leave the country
And I where you are
Spain baggage claim and you bon swa
You I'm comfy
Think murder one go
Think I'm seven five make to gran monthly
lump me
Walk in clubs they me
Wanna tell they chickens how they jump me
They can't to see the paramedics come to pump me
Why ot, I'm mostly out the country

All out