Luyện nghe bài hát All Out

Yo, go out to radio stations
The jockeys, college radio
market
And street team
who put a sticker up
Anybody that passed the word bout world
Anybody that 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
a lot a fakes been crossing the line
Tryin to the track we hit on
Throw it down and on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you with danger
Wit the anger I
Got to get it off my
fake emcees to get off my stress
Take a to the face
Then I on a vest
Then I grab the
And take the 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 know the
and the herbs
Transform to
rip like rounds
Clowns get down
For now y'all cowards got to the background
I'm the warning of this rap game time for lock down

[baby
God you
The cops came to rescue
I bet you, if it was he would of threat you
I knew you wasn't before I met you
And because you can't walk it
Don't mean you cant it
My cats got mels to hit, to spit
low in the volvo while the l's get lit
I'm harlem world
You know the hell I'm wit
So chics can't tell me shit
on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars stay
Shots will
alive another day
It's no in my staff
We aim for cats
So if I you who gon back you
You see nothin
My home made me
gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's to jehovah 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
one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window, back of the volvo
Cuda, don't me nothin if ain't about my ammo
All I did was 2 clue's that was a demo
Went harlem to holly
to the wood
People gon hate regardless I feel so
For my ac
Now I'm a legend sit on my
They say b you doin thing I say playa I should
I hard like the notorious rapper
Slash b.i.g. christopher
King of new the emperor
Slash head slash in the paint horse you
Slash perimeter slash air cross you
Slash murphy slash four delirious
cardan slash take my stuff seriously

[huddy
I'm getting bigger spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses know 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 wanna do my whole team comin
thru any crew I gave money to
But though
Y'all cats that know don't really
Harlem world gon be the clique that spit that willy
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 you slingin out

[blinky
You wanna go to war, you cock 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 that's why I got to ya
After that I even stop to hug ya
got pissed off and got her brother
But word to mother, I that cat into
Cause people don't know all the things I thru
Still a fugitive chris and kim woo
Yep the cops me
But if you me come and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to me
Do I got a gun you check me
Cause I ain't in alive you got to wet me

Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya
Sad but you feelin my
You mad 'cause I'm wit cash
And a don p glass
Try to harm me, I'm 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
They done found you killed in the
Case is close I'm orderin a of mo
At the bar wit haitian hoes

Aight hud, hud

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

Yo, mase hop out the blue lex wit two teks
Spit fourteen got two left
If one is thin you rock two vest
Triple platinum and in the u.s
I'm from world slash all out dot com
My con if you pop cris then why pop don
Any cat ra-ra bet he dacon
see a hundred gran
You at my arm
You think I wanna take 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 lake out in utah
So you are feel good, leave the
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 to hundred gran monthly
lump me
Walk in clubs bump me
Wanna tell they dumb how they jump me
They can't wait to see the come to pump me
Why they ot, I'm out the country

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